Page 3 of The widow swapped lives and stole my wealthy life

Julian's face flushed red as he glared at me with vicious eyes. "Get home and work out right now! Stop embarrassing me out here!"

This was actually my usual Pilates time. The old me had been obsessed with maintaining my figure - the moment I gained weight, I'd immediately start exercising with incredible dedication. But after seeing those comments, I realized all my daily workouts were completely pointless, serving no purpose except making Jane more slender and healthy.

So why should I keep exercising?

I ordered fried chicken delivery and sat in the garden downstairs, eating with relish.

Jane had been giving Julian flirtatious looks, but seeing me suddenly indulging in food, she rushed over in panic.

"Evelyn! How can you give up on yourself like this?" she said.

She grabbed my arm, her grip tightening. "You're already this fat and you still won't lose weight? Do you really want Julian to divorce you? You know perfectly well he hates fat women!"

I smiled coldly and shook off her hand. "What does his hatred of fat women have to do with me? Divorce? Ask him if he dares! His food, clothes, everything - it's all paid for with my money. A man who lives off his wife has the nerve to look down on me?"

I spoke while aggressively chewing my fried chicken. I hadn't enjoyed a meal this much since getting pregnant.

One box of fried chicken wasn't enough, so I ordered pizza too. By the end of the meal, my stomach was completely stuffed.

After eating, I went to the neighborhood fruit store to buy watermelon and savored it slowly.

By the time I returned home, full and satisfied with a big bag of snacks, Dylan was already waiting at the door with a frown.

"Mom, you're just pregnant, not dying of some serious illness. If you have nothing to do, can't you spend more time studying?" he said.

He stepped back, revealing a huge stack of practice problems behind him. "I carefully selected all of these. You need to finish them within a week - don't make me look down on you!"

He kicked the books on the ground. "Carry these books back yourself. You can't expect a kid like me to do the work for you, right?"

I laughed coldly and kicked him down onto that pile of practice problems.

Under Dylan's shocked gaze, I smiled and said, "If you hadn't come out of my belly, you'd be nothing! Do I need your approval? So what if you're a kid? Did I give birth to you to be an emperor? Throw all these damn books out!"

I had always been loving toward Dylan and had never scolded him so harshly before.

He couldn't accept it for a moment. "Are you crazy? I'm your son! I'm doing all this for your own good. Now you're treating me like this - when you're old, I definitely won't take care of you!"

I looked at him expressionlessly. "I won't raise an ungrateful beast. Think carefully before you speak."

Dylan's mouth opened and closed, his face turning bright red. Finally, he cursed viciously: "You think I want you as my mother? You're fat like a pig, your face is covered in acne, and now you won't even try to study. What kind of future could you have? You don't deserve to be my mother!"

He was still just a child after all. Before he finished speaking, he burst into tears, as if he'd suffered some terrible injustice.

Hearing the commotion, Julian burst through the door.

Seeing Dylan crying, Julian rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit me. "Evelyn, you've really gone too far! Today, I'm going to teach you a harsh lesson!"

But he didn't hit me immediately. Instead, he threatened arrogantly: "Get your dad to transfer money right now! Or I won't let you off easy!"

I'd never heard so many jokes in one day in my entire life.

"You want to hit me and you want my family's money? Looks like you really can't see the situation clearly!" I said.

Before I could finish, a neighbor suddenly ran in frantically. "Julian, you need to get downstairs quickly! Jane has severe stomach pain - she's already been taken to the hospital."