Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 89 Mercy

“Vera, please go upstairs and rest for a while.”

Vera glanced at Eric, then at Eileen, “Eric, Eileen just had a fright. Please don’t intimidate. her.”

Vera didn’t like it when Eric was alone with Eileen. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder if Eric truly had feelings for her.

If he doesn’t like me, then what about the things he said to me?

Vera had never truly heard Eric express his affection for her.

This made her feel incredibly insecure.

Vera went up the stairs. Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mary stammered, “Sh-Should I leave as well?”

Eric shot her a sharp, icy glance, which frightened Mary so much that she immediately turned around and ran away.

Until there were only two people left in the living room.

An oppressive chill hung in the air, so heavy that it left Eileen struggling to breathe.

“Do my words mean nothing to you?” Eric approached her steadily, emitting a chilling aura. Even without looking at him, Eileen could sense the expression on his face in that moment.

His demeanor was a stark contrast to when Jasper had shown concern for her just a moment. ago. He was in complete control of his emotions, like a demon who had just emerged from

hell.

“I haven’t forgotten, Eileen nervously wiped the cold sweat from her palms, too uneasy to meet his gaze. She further explained, “Richard came to pick me up today. I couldn’t refuse him. I took this opportunity to clarify things with him. Eric, what more do you want from me? I’ve done everything you asked. What else do you expect me to do?”

“Look up,” his voice was commanding, issuing orders.

Eileen lifted her head, staring into his dark, piercing eyes. There was an intimidating aura

about him.

Eric chuckled lightly. “Do you know where your biggest flaw lies, Eileen? I don’t appreciate it when you lie to me!”

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decade passing in the blink of an eye, he knew her inside and out. He knew what she loved to eat and what she liked.

but when the words reached her lips, she could only manage to say, “I understand. If there’s nothing else, I’d like to go back

go up the stairs when Eric’s voice stopped her once again. “It’s not yet.

pulled out two chairs. He sat in one, legs crossed, watching her with a

understand. What does he want to

She didn’t move.

waiting for an invitation?” he asked

way over and took

If you don’t eat

on the table had already gone cold,

trying to make me sick?”

well aware of

if you don’t behave, there will be consequences. That’s the

believe it or not, there’s no possibility between him and

stairs, a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Eric dragged her to the dining table. With a forceful shove, Eileen found herself sprawled on the cold marble floor.

tightened. The pain was suffocating, and she could hardly breathe. The chill from the ground seeped into

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gaze was fixed on her, relishing the pleasure brought

for mercy, but there was none of that, not even a single plea

her in this state. Eric’s frustration

beg for

truly wanted to harm

it here.

tonight, he wanted her to beg for mercy, to surrender, but

of pitiful vulnerability. She resembled a delicate flower ravaged by the rain, its petals torn and scattered. Anyone

never beg you for mercy in this lifetime. You’ll

Eileen felt that it was

become

I… will take you to hell with me.”

part of the Smith family, Eric was determined

girl who was

her up like a chick, his hand gripping her neck, pinning her body against the wall. His eyes were as red as a raging fire, staring