Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 77 Why Are You So Naive?

As night fell, the moonlight flickered intermittently under the cover of the overcast clouds.

The thick clouds, much like Eileen’s emotions, were oppressive and suffocating, making her feel breathless.

She felt like a cat that had just been bullied and abandoned, wandering the streets, unsure of where to go.

Despite the vastness of the world, Eileen didn’t know where she truly belonged.

He emerged from the darkness. Eileen didn’t receive his response; all she heard was the sound of the wind through the phone.

Hearing the steady and strong footsteps, Eileen looked in the direction of the sound. Her eyes were filled with tears, and through them, his black silhouette seemed somewhat indistinct.

Her phone was still pressed to her ear until he approached. At that point, Eileen’s strength waned, and the phone slipped from her grasp. The blood flowing from her arm was slowly starting to dry.

Having lost too much blood, Eileen’s complexion turned pale. Now, her whole body radiated. despair.

Eileen clutched his suit pants, her breathing fast as she demanded, “Why? Eric, what exactly did I do wrong for you to treat me like this?”

I love you so deeply, so why do you keep making me sad and upset?

“Eileen, sometimes it’s not Swire to be too clever!” Eric bent down, gripping her face with one hand. “Were you planning to use the Smith family to escape the clutches of the Swan family? Why are you always so naive?”

“Eric, I know you don’t like me, so I’ve already let go. What else do you want from me? If you wanted me dead from the start, why did you save me that time? I’m really in a lot of pain…. I’m begging you, please stop tormenting me, okay?”

Eric narrowed his sharp eyes, his tone icy. “Call me brother!”

“You’re not my brother! All the kindness you showed me before was fake! You’re not worthy to be my brother!” Eileen screamed hysterically. The fear had passed, and now there was only grief and indignation in her heart, along with a sense of helplessness against fate.

“You are forbidden from approaching anyone from the Smith family in the future. If you

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disobey… You know the consequences.”

On her long eyelashes, tiny pearls of tears glistened. Seeing her current state, one couldn’t help but feel immense pity.

her arm, leaned on the nearby railing and shakily rose to her

away the tears from both eyes. “I understand,” she said. “Today, Jasper was just accompanying me to the art exhibition. There’s nothing between him and me. I won’t tell. Dad about what happened tonight. After today, I’ll act as if nothing ever happened. Are you satisfied now?”

was harsh and uncompromising, his gaze cold.

I really don’t like you, and I wasn’t joking. Also, all this about using the Smith family? I’ve never thought about doing that. From the moment I decided to go to Lumiose, I never planned on coming back. Eric, I stopped wanting you a

tone was like

and gentle, devoid

it made others want to

direction of Undella Mansion. She walked

pitch-black road, there was no one else but

of her hands was completely covered in blood, and her phone

the night

figure in front of him collapse to

if it was expected, he didn’t rush

like a beast prowling in the darkness, moving toward his prey.

You fool!

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it make? It’s all

up Eileen, who had fainted from the excessive blood loss. She was so

icy-cold Blake landed on Eric’s nose, melting under the warmth

when it had

snowflakes lingered on the ground for a while before

Eric joined the Swan family, eight-year-old Eileen had exclaimed, “Brother, look

suggested, “Brother, shall we go outside and build a

said, “Brother, if it snows in Hulbury this year, I will

you’ve done nothing wrong!

mistake you made was that you were born into

now is just

in the darkness, unaware of

like a soulless puppet, devoid of her own thoughts as her body was manipulated. Suddenly, a light appeared before

consciousness began to

on the

above, a scent both strange and familiar filled the air- the subtle fragrance of camellia.

a man in a black woolen sweater sat by the bed. He had a calm demeanor, handsome features, and soft lines that defined his face. There was a mysterious aura about him