Chapter 11
My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Burning with fury, Jennyâs face contorted in pain. She refused to give in.
She couldnât believe that the once pliable Lucille, whom she used to toy with, was now daring to openly rebel against her in front of her classmates.
Being humiliated this way made her blood boil.
âB*tch! How dare you break my hand! Iâm going to the police! Iâm going to sue you for breaking my arm!â Jenny shouted fiercely.
Lucille sneered and pushed Jenny back forcefully.
Jenny immediately stumbled and fell back, just in time to fall into the bucket just now. Her whole body was soaked in the stench of poop.
Instantly, the crowd recoiled in disgust, covering their noses and retreating as far away as possible.
Jenny lay in the bucket, and her face was splashed with shit. She felt like she was going crazy.
She stood up with anger, her finger pointing at Lucille. âYou better wait! I will get you locked up for sure!â Lucille chuckled mockingly. âLock me up? And how exactly are you going to do that?â
âIâ¦â Jenny suddenly fell silent, surprised to find that her hand was not injured at all!
What was going on here?
Wasnât her arm broken?
She couldnât help but wonder how her hand was perfectly fine now.
No, her hand wasnât broken; it was just dislocated, and Lucille had put it back in place.
How could this be possible?
Was Lucille infamous for being an absolute airhead? How on earth could she know how to reset a dislocated bone?
Didnât she always end up at the bottom of the class in her test scores?!
Jenny took a deep breath and immediately gave a wink to the follower next to her.
That person immediately stood up, her head held high, and said, âWe all witnessed you attacking Jenny in front of so many people! You canât deny it!â
âExactly! We can all testify.â
The others chimed in one after another.
âBesides, you have stained our designer clothes. You must compensate us!â
âThatâs right! We must make her pay! Jenny, letâs call the police and have her arrested!â
The commotion in the classroom was like a buzzing fly trapped in a straw pit, making Lucilleâs ears ache.
She looked coldly at the group of people before her.
Many of them were the culprits responsible for the original ownerâs death that night.
They had forced her into the pool, and when she struggled to climb out, they cruelly pushed her back in and drowned her alive.
However, these people showed no remorse upon seeing Lucille. Instead, they grew even more ruthless. Lucille couldnât help but wonder, had they lost all sense of humanity?
Her lips curled into a cold smile, void of any warmth.
Her icy gaze swept over the faces of these people, sending a bone-chilling coldness through their bodies. Suddenly, everyone felt a chill run down their spine and a coldness rising from their feet spreading throughout their bodies.
Lucille took a step forward, her voice low and menacing. âCall the police? Perfect, I have something to say to them too.â
Her cold eyes glared at each of the people who had harmed the original owner. âYou deliberately pushed me into the water, causing me to drown and nearly die. Whose crime is worse here you think?â
Everyoneâs faces turned pale as they took a few steps back guiltily.
Jenny snorted coldly. âWhat do you mean? Deliberately pushing you into the water? You almost killed Zoey, we had to stand up for her!â
âThatâs right! Youâre such a vicious woman, pushing Zoey down the stairs because of your jealousy.
Thatâs too much of you!â
âHow can you hurt such a kind person like Zoey? An evil woman like you deserves to die!â
Lucilleâs face darkened, her eyes devoid of any emotions as a chorus of malicious insults echoed through the classroom.
At that moment, Zoey walked into the room, pretending to be surprised. âWhatâs going on? Why is the classroom so messy?â
Following that, she approached Lucille feigning worry. âLucille, have they gotten the wrong idea about you again? Jenny, the truth is not what you believe. Letâs not pick on her further.â
Jenny glared at Lucille with anger. âZoey, why are you being so compassionate? She clearly hated you, yet youâre still defending her. Such a malevolent woman like her doesnât deserve to exist!â
âThatâs right, Zoey. Donât defend her. Donât worry, weâll all stand by your side and protect you!â
âLetâs make a scene today and get the school to fire her!â
Lucille leaned on the podium and said, âYou said I pushed Zoey? Who saw it? Whereâs the evidence?â
Everyone was immediately taken aback.
Yes, everyone said that Lucille pushed Zoey down the stairs, but who saw it when it happened?
Jenny narrowed her eyes and said spitefully, âWho else could it be but you?â
Lucille sneered and turned on the computer on the podium, inserting a USB drive. âItâs okay. Since everyone is so outraged about that day, why donât I replay the scene for you?â
Zoey was struck dumb as she watched Lucille turn on her computer and project the screen onto the projector. âLucille, youâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, the surveillance video of the incident began playing on the computer.
In the video, it was clearly shown that Zoey and Samuel were hugging and kissing in the corridor.
The more they kissed, the more they grew fervent. Samuelâs hands roamed her chest, and as they continued to kiss, they walked toward the bedroom.
The classroom erupted in a collective gasp.
âOh my god, is that you, Zoey?â exclaimed someone in disbelief.
âI canât believe sheâs so wild! She usually acts so innocent, but I guess itâs all an act, someone commented, their tone dripping with sarcasm.
âTsk, tsk, tsk, this is getting interesting,â someone else said.
Hearing the boysâ lewd comments, Zoeyâs face turned deathly pale.
What was going on?
Hadnât all the videos been taken care of?
How could Lucille have a video in her possession?
Lucille looked at Zoey with a smirk, closed the video, and said, âIâm sorry, I accidentally hit the wrong button. Itâs my fault for showing you the scene of these shameless lovers cheating on me behind my back.â
With that, she clicked on another video.
In the video, Lucille emerged from the stairwell, tears streaming down her face as she loudly interrogated Samuel and Zoey.
âWhy did you do this? Samuel, youâre my fiance. Why did you get involved with Zoey? Sheâs my sister!â
âAnd you, Zoey. You knew he was my fiance, yet you chose to hook up with him. Donât you feel any shame? Do you know what this makes you? A sl*t!â
âLucille!â Zoey cried, her eyes brimming with tears. She rushed over and grabbed Lucilleâs hand.
âPlease, listen to me. Things arenât what they seem.â
Lucille winced and suddenly pulled her hand away from Zoeyâs grip.
In that instant, the video froze, zooming in on the hand that Zoey had placed on Lucilleâs wrist.
Everyone could see from the video that Lucille was wincing in pain as Zoeyâs thumb dug into her wrist.
Then the video resumed playing normally.
In the footage, Lucille was in pain as she forcefully shook off Zoeyâs hand.
But despite having plenty of room to move to a safer location, Zoey purposely fell towards the stairwell, even looking back before falling as if to find the right angle.
It was such an obvious fake fall that anyone with eyes could see through it.
Lucille slowly curled her lips into a sneer. âZoey,â she said, her voice laced with disdain. âWhy would you deliberately fall down the stairs in such a wide corridor? Did you take the time to find a good spot to land? You had time to turn around and look for the best way to fall, but not enough time to reach out and grab the handrail. Thatâs weird.â