"Today, I'm feeling generous, so I'll help you out of your misery."
With that, she called out to her bridesmaids.
"Bring the tools! I want this wretch crawling for the rest of her life!"
Upon hearing this, the bridesmaid, holding the black bag, immediately pulled out a steel pipe and handed it to Juliet.
Juliet took the steel pipe, her gaze toward me filled with malice and cruelty.
Before I could react, she raised the pipe and brought it down heavily on my right leg.
Crack!
The sound of bone snapping echoed in the air.
The searing pain swept through me.
It drenched me in cold sweat, almost causing me to pass out.
"Someone as wretched as you should crawl on the ground like a maggot," Juliet sneered.
"A cripple like you thinks you can compete with me for a man? Let me tell you, the position of the wealthiest wife in town belongs to me and only me!"
Her voice dripped with arrogance as she looked down at me.
Lamont had always spoken of Juliet as being gentle, kind, and generous. I believed him and had been very pleased with her as a daughter-in-law.
But I never expected her to be this vicious and ruthless.