My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 3

Silence hung heavy in the sickroom.

Charles stared at Lucille, and the disappointment and indifference in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

Suddenly, he remembered how she had been in a state of constant breakdown the night before, relentlessly questioning Samuel and Zoey with tears streaming down her face.

She never laid a hand on anyone. In fact, Zoey was the one who reached out to hold her hand. When Zoey fell down the stairs, Lucille looked shocked, as though the whole thing was unexpected. Could he have been wrong about her all along?

"Charles, I'm in so much pain," Zoey whined, covering her face and turning to Charles for attention. "Do you think my face is bruised?"

She wasn't faking it this time.

Her wrist felt like a thousand ants were biting it, and her face was on fire.

"D*mn Lucille," Zoey thought. She didn't know what Lucille had done to her, but she'd get her revenge when she had the chance.

Charles glared at Zoey's swollen face and seethed, "Lucille, you're a monster! You nearly disfigured Zoey's face!"

Lucille smirked and replied sarcastically, "So what? Her face isn't disfigured, is it?"

"You!" Charles was so enraged that he couldn't even speak, and his chest heaved with anger.

Samuel glared at Lucille with disgust. "Lucille, I love Zoey, and I can't stand the sight of you anymore. I'll find a way to break off our engagement. You're on your own now."

With that, Samuel scooped up the weeping Zoey and headed out of the sickroom. "Don't cry, Zoey. I'll take you to see a doctor."

Charles stood his ground, glaring at Jules. "Samuel and Zoey are a perfect match, you don't stand a chance with him. My advice to you is to stop pestering him or you'll just become a laughingstock!" With that, he stormed off in anger.

Lucille sneered, her eyes filled with contempt.

The engagement between Samuel and the original owner of this body was witnessed by both families' elders and recorded in an engagement contract penned by Samuel's grandfather. Even the engagement ceremony was steeped in traditional and ancient customs. All these were clear indications of both families' commitment to the union.

It was ironic that the original owner was now being blamed, despite the fact that Samuel, who cheated on her with Zoey, was originally set to marry her.

The Jules family was truly blind to what was happening!

Lucille clutched her chest in pain. "Do you see now? It's not worth being upset over heartless people like them."

she, too, witnessed her family's downfall, shouldering the burden of avenging

Dilsburg to be too complex to navigate, with hidden alliances

laying the groundwork and building up her power in secret, waiting for the right

name or given closure to the

Lucille never

of her second chance at life, she vowed to seize

she was going

deep breath, got out of bed, and left

his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and

know any better, she would have

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

daughter was standing right in front of him, yet all he could think of

straight

the street, a black Maybach was

inside glanced over, his gaze falling directly on Lucille. She was tall and slender, her baggy hospital gown hanging off her. It was as though a gust

slightly

the collar open, it revealed a small

momentarily stunned, his gaze fixed on

more so than crystal, with

was mostly aloof but

She looked so familiar...

narrowed his eyes as his deep and

in surprise, only to see Joseph glancing over with

his line of sight, Culver

"Mr. Joseph, you may not know this, but that woman is Lucille Jules, the youngest daughter of the Jules family. Her character is famously terrible - not only is she melancholic and unfriendly, but she also bullies Zoey, the adopted daughter of the Jules family, every

name

unfriendly doesn't seem

"Mr. Joseph..."

but there was an underlying sense

choice but to drive the car

a long time, but

then, the black Maybach slowly pulled up in

revealing the stunning profile of the

looked up and was taken aback

were beyond reproach, and his black designer suit hugged his muscular frame with an air of