"Girls, it looks like you've taught her quite a harsh lesson. How about covering her up with some clothes now? Her family would be heartbroken to see her like this."
Hearing this, Juliet sneered and glared at the woman.
"How I deal with this wretch is none of your business!
"You seem to be so eager to defend a mistress. Then you're no good either.
"Maybe you've lived your whole life as a mistress too, which is why you sympathize with her.
"My husband is the richest man in the city, Lamont. Do you want to challenge me? If so, I'll make sure you get the same treatment!"
Lamont was the richest man in the city. At the same time, his time in prison and his ruthless reputation were widely known.
Upon hearing that Juliet had the backing of Lamont, the middle-aged woman immediately fell silent and quietly retreated into the crowd.
Juliet's gaze turned cold again as she looked down at me.
"You crippled wretch, limping around must be exhausting, right?
"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.
Gasping weakly for breath, I gritted my teeth and whispered, "You may not hold that title for long."
Juliet's expression turned icy when she heard it.
"How dare you curse me, you filthy bitch?" she spat.
"Since nothing decent comes out of your mouth, then you might as well never speak again."