Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 114 Threaten

Suddenly, a strong force gripped her wrist, causing Eileen to stagger and almost fall.

Eric pulled her towards the study and threw her in, his movements swift and decisive, closing the door and locking it from outside.

Sharon hurried over, questioning, “Mr. Snow, what are you doing?”

Knocks echoed from within the study. “What are you doing? Let me out, Eric, you jerk! What right do you have to lock me up?”

Eric secured the door and withdrew the key, his expression grim. “Without my orders, no one is to bring her food,” he declared.

He then said to Eileen, “You’ll be let out as soon as you’ve realized your mistakes! I’d like to see how you’re going to stop me from interfering in your affairs!”

Vera was awakened by the noise outside. Pressing herself against the back of her room door, she listened intently to the commotion. Are Eric and Eileen quarreling?

When it was seven-thirty, Vera emerged from her room, taking a seat to eat breakfast. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. As she sipped her porridge, she looked up and asked, “Eric, isn’t today a workday? Don’t you have to go to work today?”

Eric, still in his loungewear, was engrossed in the latest financial newspaper, emitting an intense aura. “I’m working from home today. I’ll have Gavin drive you to school in a bit.”

“Oh… okay.”

As Vera left, she cast a glance at the tightly shut door of the study.

Eric has always been gentle-tempered, humble, and polite to others, rarely losing his temper. What exactly happened between him and Eileen?

Sharon was about to say something when she emerged to clear the dishes from the table, but Eric spoke up first. “I’ll be home, Sharon. You can take the day off today.”

Is Mr. Snow determined to keep Eileen locked up for a whole day? This child has never suffered much since she was young. How can she possibly take this?

Trying to reason with Eric on Eileen’s behalf, she began, “Eileen is still young and ignorant-”

However, she was interrupted by Eric.

“Still young? She’s eighteen now. She should have the judgment of an adult.” Eric didn’t say

before putting down the newspaper in his hand and standing up with

the study. I can’t believe this

the door to the study was opened. The room was dim, with the lights off and curtains drawn, enveloping it in complete darkness. Eric reached for the switch on the wall, illuminating the room. To his

curled up on the couch, the bandage on the back of her hand soaked with blood, which was dripping onto the floor.

resembled a lifeless doll, unmoving.

man approached, his deep-set eyes penetrating as he looked down at her. “Have

couch, attempting to escape his gaze. However, in

her wrist. Instinctively, Eileen shook off his hand

Don’t touch

red, as though she had been crying, and her complexion appeared worn out, carrying a hint

them into her backpack. Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the books in her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, readying herself to leave.

stepped out of the study, positioning himself in

way.

She’ll forget

back to school, but from now on, you must be home

of Vera! I have nothing to say to

turn the doorknob. As she opened the door, a

The neighbor across, who was about

forcefully pinning her against the wall. His eyes were

could tear through her. Eileen could feel the restrained

something wrong? You’ve been drugging me for years, and you even had someone attack me… And now you’re playing the role of an older brother figure. What’s this supposed to mean? Are you

sensation against her lips. His kiss was dominant, his

passionately and vigorously, as if

bit down hard on his lips. The man winced in

his actions intensified, and he persistently bit down on her soft lip, enduring the pain. Eileen struggled hard in pain.

scent was like poison, addictively

plan, then what is this?

from. Is there anything wrong with what she said?

was averse to him and deliberately distancing herself from him, even

also knew what

did were beyond his expectations, yet he couldn’t

herself from falling. Her long,