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."

her family's downfall, shouldering the burden of avenging

she found the political situation in Dilsburg to be too complex to

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

she still hadn't cleared her father's name or given closure to the

Lucille

the most of her second chance at life, she

going to

Lucille took a deep breath, got out of bed, and left the

his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried. He must

she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was going

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

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

walking straight to the curb to

street, a black Maybach was

his gaze falling directly on Lucille. She was tall and slender, her baggy hospital gown

and clean-cut face was slightly

was a long swan-like neck. With the collar open, it revealed

momentarily stunned, his gaze

and bright, even more

mostly

She looked so familiar...

Collins narrowed his eyes as his deep and seductive

glancing over with a

line of sight, Culver saw Lucille

Lucille Jules, the youngest daughter of the Jules family. Her character is famously terrible - not only is she melancholic and unfriendly, but

the name softly,

melancholic and unfriendly doesn't seem like the type

"Mr. Joseph..."

there." Joseph's voice was calm, but there was an underlying sense

choice but to drive

a taxi for a long time, but

then, the black Maybach slowly pulled up in

rolled down, revealing the

looked up and was taken

features were beyond reproach, and his black designer suit hugged his muscular frame with an air of sophistication. His presence was striking, and his