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.

arm, leaned on the nearby railing and shakily

gaze, her eyes cast down to the ground. With her uninjured left hand, she wiped 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,

tone was harsh and uncompromising, his

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 long time ago. I don’t need or want Dad, and I don’t need that family either. That’s why you should

tone was like a petulant

soft and gentle,

made others want to bully her more.

around, heading in the opposite direction of Undella Mansion. She

road, there was no one

hands was completely covered in blood, and her phone had been left on the ground.

still, his dark and deep gaze like the night itself

minute, he noticed the figure in front of him collapse to

expected, he didn’t rush to pick her up.

beast prowling in the darkness, moving toward his

You fool!

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difference would it make? It’s all

excessive blood loss.

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

it had started to snow

on the ground for a

Swan family, eight-year-old Eileen had exclaimed, “Brother,

had suggested, “Brother, shall we go outside and build a snowman? I like you

eighteen-year-old Eileen had said, “Brother, if it snows in Hulbury this year, I will confess my feelings to

done nothing wrong!

mistake you made was that you were

experiencing now is just

of how long she had been

thoughts as her body

began to return

lying on

grey ceiling above, a scent both strange and familiar filled the air- the

woolen sweater sat by the bed. He had a calm demeanor, handsome features, and soft lines that defined his face.