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."

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

political situation in Dilsburg to be too complex to navigate, with hidden alliances

no choice but to bide her time, carefully laying the groundwork and building up her power in secret, waiting

closure to the Jules family's unjust deaths, all

what? Lucille never believed in

second chance at life, she vowed

going

deep breath, got out

hastily getting out of his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried.

have thought he was going to claim

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

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

straight to the

the street, a black Maybach was

man 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 of wind could

slightly pale, giving off a hint

collar open, it revealed a

was momentarily stunned, his gaze

more so than crystal, with a chilly

that her aura was mostly aloof but with a healthy dose of

She looked so familiar...

narrowed his eyes as his deep and

surprise, only to see Joseph glancing over with a rare and intense

of sight, Culver saw Lucille

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

the name softly, a glimmer in

and unfriendly doesn't seem like

"Mr. Joseph..."

voice was calm, but there was an underlying sense of authority that

choice but

been waiting for a taxi for a long time, but

then, the black Maybach slowly pulled up

revealing the stunning profile of the

looked up and was

a man with a 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 sophistication. His presence was striking, and his remarkable