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

the political situation in Dilsburg to be too complex to navigate, with hidden alliances and deceitful schemes at every turn. His father's enemies were

groundwork and building up

to the Jules family's

Lucille never

second chance at life, she vowed to

she was going

Lucille took a deep breath, got out of

she saw Howard hastily getting out of his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried. He must be here for

she would have thought he was

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

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

scoffed and looked away, walking straight to

street, a black Maybach

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 of wind could knock

delicate and clean-cut face was slightly pale, giving off a hint

long swan-like neck. With the collar open, it revealed a small section of her exquisite clavicle that

momentarily stunned, his gaze fixed

even more so than crystal, with

aura was mostly aloof but with a healthy dose

She looked so familiar...

narrowed his eyes as his deep and seductive voice

turned around in surprise, only to see Joseph glancing over with a rare and intense passion in

Culver saw Lucille impatiently flipping

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

murmured the name softly, a glimmer in his

unfriendly doesn't seem like the type to bully

"Mr. Joseph..."

there was an underlying sense of

choice but to drive

a

increasingly irritable. Just then, the black Maybach slowly pulled up in

window rolled down, revealing the stunning profile of the man

was

chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and a proud nose. His exquisite features were beyond reproach, and his black designer suit hugged his muscular frame with an air of