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

to be too complex to navigate, with hidden alliances and deceitful

time, carefully laying the groundwork

name or given closure to the Jules family's unjust deaths, all while being deceived by those

Lucille never

of her second chance at life,

as she was going to rewrite her story and create the

that in mind, Lucille took a deep breath, got

getting out of his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried. He must be

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

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

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

walking straight to the curb

the street, a black Maybach was

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

slightly pale, giving off

it revealed

was momentarily stunned, his

even more so than crystal, with a

her aura was mostly aloof but with a healthy dose of

She looked so familiar...

his eyes as his deep and seductive voice filled the car. "Culver, drive

to see Joseph glancing over

Culver

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

Jules?" Joseph murmured the name softly, a

doesn't seem like the type to

"Mr. Joseph..."

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

no choice but

waiting for a taxi for a long time, but none had stopped for

increasingly irritable. Just then, the black Maybach slowly

the

up and was taken aback by

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