All Chapters of The Poor Man's Wife Swaps Souls with the Rich Man's Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gwen didn't wait long, she immediately called Ivy, asking to meet again right then and there.An hour later, they met at the exact same location.Out of nowhere, Ivy grabbed Gwen's arm the moment she appeared. "Tell me, where is the real Sienna!"Gwen froze. She searched Ivy's face closely. "You?"Ivy smirked. "Yeah, I'm not the real Ivy. The real Ivy is dead!"Gwen's eyes widened in disbelief. "W-What do you mean?""Don't play dumb with me. You swapped your soul with that foolish Sienna, didn't you? Who are you? Where is the real Sienna?"Gwen choked back a breath. She stared sharply at Ivy. "You swapped your soul with a woman named Ivy. The person standing before me is Ivy's vessel? Then who are you?"Ivy laughed. "Curious? I'm not telling! I just want to strike a deal with you. Stay as Sienna, since you don't love Jeff anyway, right? The real Sienna loved Jeff, and that made things complicated. If you're someone else and only after Jeff's wealth, we can work together!" Ivy offered.

Gwen stood inside the hidden room concealed within Jeff's wardrobe, attempting to dig deeper into the details regarding Sienna's late father's company.Gwen swallowed hard, her gaze pinned to the last will and testament document she had just stumbled upon. Curiosity mingled with adrenaline, keeping her from fainting on the spot. With slightly trembling hands, she reached for her phone tucked in her pocket. Fortunately, the signal inside the secret underground room remained strong enough.She typed rapidly into the search engine, "Pacific Crown Enterprises."Search results flooded her screen instantly. Gwen tapped on the company's official site, her eyes widening in shock."Good grief," Gwen hissed.Pacific Crown Enterprises was no ordinary kitchen stove gas manufacturer. According to the company profile she skimmed through, Pacific Crown Enterprises was a massive conglomerate headquartered in the most elite business district in the city center. Their headquarters was a towering twenty

Sydney CBD, New South Wales, Australia. A glass tower on George Street, the beating heart of the business district. A clear winter sky overhead, though the harbor breeze carried a piercing chill through the air.Gwen stared at her own reflection in the elevator mirror as it sped up toward the twenty-fifth floor. It wasn't her face; it was Sienna's. Yet for the first time since the soul swap took place, she felt a surge of genuine confidence.She had chosen an outfit calculated to ensure she wouldn't look like "amnesiac Sienna" or "Sienna the household servant." She intended to look every bit the rightful heiress of Pacific Crown Enterprises.A long wool trench coat in dark olive green, its dark brown leather belt loosely knotted at her waist. Beneath it, Gwen wore a burgundy silk blouse paired with wide-leg black palazzo pants that draped flawlessly over low-heeled black leather ankle boots. A structured cognac tote hung from her shoulder. Sienna's long, dark hair fell freely over her

Hans stood in front of the dining table, holding a sheet of paper in his hands. He had been clutching it since last night, reading his own name over and over again. Hans. Gwen's name was there too. Gwen.A house deed. In both of their names.He looked around the house. The walls that were once cracked and damp had been freshly repainted. The floor that used to have holes was now replaced with new tiles. The roof that used to leak was now fixed. The kitchen, which once had only an old stove and a decayed wooden table, now featured a complete kitchen set with an oven and a double-door refrigerator.This was no longer a rented house. This was their home. A home that belonged entirely to them.Hans placed the deed on the table with extreme care, as if setting down the most precious item in the world. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and stared at the document once more."Gwen," Hans whispered softly. "Do you see this?"No answer came. Naturally. Gwen was not here. Gwen was somewhere else—

Hans stared at Gwen for a long moment. Those words hung heavy and terrifying in the cold night air. Poison. He desperately wanted to deny it, to tell her it was merely a wild guess, but her eyes held no deceit—only a raw, unmistakable terror."Have you checked the pills?" Hans asked at last.Gwen shook her head. "Not yet. I haven't dared bring them to a pharmacy. If Jeff finds out, I'm finished.""So it's just a feeling?""Yes." Gwen lowered her gaze, staring down at her own hands—Sienna's slender, unblemished hands, so unlike the rough, hardworking hands Gwen used to have. "But Hans, I know my own body. This isn't just ordinary fatigue. This... is different.""Different how?""It feels like something is slowly eating away at me from the inside." Gwen swallowed hard. "Sometimes I wake up with my hands completely numb. Sometimes I feel nauseous for no reason at all. Other times my heart races violently. I even fainted once inside Jeff's secret room, Hans. I thought it was just shock. B