My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 3

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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.”

Years ago, she, too, witnessed her family’s downfall, shouldering the burden of avenging her family and carrying on their legacy.

As a young girl, she found 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 everywhere.

Thus, she had no choice but to bide her time, carefully laying the groundwork and building up her power in secret, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

Even so, she still hadn’t cleared her father’s name or given closure to the Jules family’s unjust deaths, all while being deceived by those around her.

But so what? Lucille never believed in fate!

Determined to make the most of her second chance at life, she vowed to seize every opportunity that came her way.

Nothing would stand in her way, as she was going to rewrite her story and create the future she deserved.

With that in mind, Lucille took a deep breath, got out of bed, and left the room.

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

If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was going to claim Zoey’s body.

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

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

Lucille scoffed and looked away, walking straight to the curb to hail a taxi.

 Across the street, a black Maybach was parked.

The back window rolled down, and the 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 knock her over.

Her delicate and clean-cut face was slightly pale, giving off a hint of frailty.

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