Page 2 of The widow swapped lives and stole my wealthy life

I hurried downstairs and ran into Jane Brewer, the widow I had once rescued from domestic violence.

She looked radiant nowsmooth skin, rosy complexion, and a slender figure that was utterly captivating. If not for the slight curve of her belly, who would have guessed she was six months pregnant?

I remembered clearly that when her husband was still alive, she had been overweight with rough skin, crying to me more than once about how her husband called her ugly and beat her regularly.

We lived in the same building, her upstairs and me downstairs. I couldn't stand watching her get abused, so I not only stood up for her multiple times but also took her into my home when she was kicked out.

Gradually, Julian and Dylan grew close to her as well.

Later, Jane's husband died in a car accident, leaving her alone and pregnant. Feeling sorry for her situation, I invited her over for meals even more frequently, cooked nutritious food for her, and even gave her my precious skincare products that I couldn't bear to use myself.

Meanwhile, after getting pregnant, my weight skyrocketed. I suffered from severe morning sickness, vomiting constantly, unable to sleep at night, looking so haggard I barely resembled a human being.

Julian and Dylan began to despise me, unwilling to even look at me, instead spending their days laughing and chatting around Jane.

Now, seeing me, Jane still approached with a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes.

She linked her arm through mine affectionately, acting coy: "Evelyn, you're here! I heard Julian yelling at you downstairs earlier and was so worried about you. But honestly, he's not wrongyou can't just stop caring about your appearance because you're pregnant. Look at you now, fat and ugly, with acne all over your face. You look like a beggar."

Before she finished speaking, someone nearby chimed in with a laugh: "What does being pretty have to do with pregnancy? Jane, you're pregnant too, so how come you're still so slim and gorgeous? Some people just have terrible genesno amount of money can fix that. If I were you, I wouldn't get too close to her. She's rich and powerfulwhy would she care about poor folks like us? If I were Julian, I'd never marry a fat cow who only knows how to throw tantrums! What does she have that can compare to Jane? If Julian had any sense, he'd be with Jane instead."

Since getting pregnant, I'd been tormented both physically and mentally, so I rarely came downstairs and had no energy to deal with their nonsense.

But today, I slapped her directly across the face and snapped: "Since you know I have a temper, you still dare to provoke me in my face? Seems like your skin is too thicklet me help loosen it up for you!"

"Evelyn! What are you doing!" Jane shrieked, jumping forward to play peacemaker. "And you people too! Julian and Evelyn's fight is their private business. Even if Evelyn's as fat as a pig, as long as Julian likes her, what's it to anyone else? What does this have to do with us outsiders? But Evelyn, don't be so sensitive. Everyone's just concerned about youwhy are you getting so angry? We all live in the same neighborhood. How are we supposed to get along after this?"

I laughed coldly: "Concerned about me? You call me ugly to my face and try to set up my husband with a widowthat's your idea of concern?"

Jane's face changed dramatically: "Evelyn! Can't you watch your mouth? Who's a widow? Who are you calling a widow?"

I stared at her coldly: "Whoever's husband is dead is a widow. I'm stating factshow is that offensive?"

Just then, Julian came rushing downstairs, his face full of rage as he yelled at me: "Evelyn! Have you lost your mind? How dare you humiliate Jane like that?"

I dodged to the side, and his slap grazed past my ear.

Though he missed, the humiliation surged through me like a tidal wave.

Someone deliberately stirred up trouble: "You really think you're some rich princess, don't you? Julian, you better control your wife. If you can't handle her, send her to live with the pigs where she won't be an eyesore!"