Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 13 Elm Smith, Her Worst Nemesis!

School at Petalburg started a little later than usual, at nine in the morning.

Eileen walked to her classroom. She looked at the classmates around her, and realized that she only knew a few of their names.

The bell rang, and Eileen got into her seat.

Just as she had sat down, Eileen saw a few students looking her way.

Some of them were murmuring, “That’s Elm’s seat. She’s got some nerve, sitting there!”

“Has she lost her mind after being sick for just a few days?”

What? Elm?

Eileen looked down at her desk. It was clean and neat, without a single book in sight. She got to her feet at once. How could this be Elm’s seat? She had always sat in the second to last row!

Right?

Right on cue, Elm appeared at the door. His uniform was draped loosely on his, his tie askew and his bag slung over one shoulder. He was staring at Eileen coldly, grinding his teeth. It made Eileen’s hair stand.

There were two of his loyal sidekicks right behind him, Charlie Good and Albert Roberts.

her worst nemesis!

rascal no

do whatever he wanted in school. Eileen had never started a conversation with him, their only

did not like Eileen. Yes,

Walsh pointing at a seat by the window, and realized that the classroom had swapped the seats during the time

walking

had a known hot temper. He walked up to his desk, kicking it to the corner in one swift move. The metal drawer

fright from the noise, some of the classmates around becoming

where are you going

else? He just doesn’t want to see

her chair. Eileen, what are you doing here instead of just staying at home? I swear to god, I’ll be the first to put out a

his tie haughtily as he

looking the

big talk because his father was chief of the CIA. This man was a terrifying force, even Will preferred to stay out of his way. The Good family had been eyeing Will like a hawk, waiting for something they could penalize

for Willow, he came from a family of lawyers. His father was the country’s most powerful

were a nightmare

“Good speech, very righteous! I think Will Swan is a good-for-nothing as well. I hope you get it done eventually, and cause

with rage. He pointed

and yanked an