Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 228 A Small Act Of Revenge

“Stop meddling in my affairs from now on, and there’s no need for you to pretend to care

either.”

Eric’s gaze fell on a nearby bucket used for washing paintbrushes. Soaking inside it was a mobile phone, its battery already removed and swollen from the water.

He rose and walked over to the curtains. With a swift motion, he drew them open, letting the light flood in. Eileen, who hadn’t seen the sun for several days, shielded her eyes from the blinding light, squinting. “What are you doing? Close the curtains!” she suddenly snapped.

“You have one hour to clean yourself up, then you’re coming back with me.”

“Eric, have you lost your mind? Why should I go back? That place is not my home anymore. It’s your home with Vera. And if my guess is correct, Sharon is also on your side, isn’t she? She has been secretly adding drugs to the milk I’ve been drinking all these

years.

The moment she saw him, she was reminded of those facts, those unbearable truths. Eileen dropped the paintbrush in her hand, her head throbbing painfully as she clutched her hair. She got up and walked to the table, swallowing several pills that could suppress her emotions. With reddened eyes, she looked at him. “I beg you, don’t come here anymore. I hate you, Eric! I hate you! You’ve ruined everything for me! You’ve tormented me like this!”

Without even bothering to put on her shoes, she rushed back to the room. With a forceful. bang, she shut the door.

Eric’s deep eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door. At this moment, he didn’t even know what he was thinking!

His mind was a tangled mess of jumbled thoughts and emotions.

Eileen returned to her room, curling up in her bed. She felt as if she was trapped in an abyss, unable to find her way out no matter how hard she tried.

Later, tired from crying, she wanted to sleep. She thought that a good sleep would make things better. Perhaps she could even dream of her mother in her sleep.

But ever since she lost her wallet and the photos inside it, Eileen hadn’t dreamed of her mother for a long time.

Eileen swallowed five of the pills she kept by her bedside. Nowadays, she could only rely on these methods to make herself feel a bit better.

This time, it seemed as if she had dreamt of her mother, and in the haze, she could also hear her mother’s voice.

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She was dressed in a beige knitted dress, her hair neatly done up. Although her face was not clearly visible, she could feel the warmth of being held in her mother’s arms.

If sleeping meant being with her mother, Eileen wished she would never wake up for the rest

of her life.

medicine bottle falling to the ground. He knocked

the man forcefully kicked open the door to the room.

a second thought, Eric lifted the covers, picked up the person from the bed, and held them

causing Eileen to shiver from

as he tilted her forward. His fingers pried open her mouth, digging at the back of her throat. “Whatever you’ve eaten, spit it all

out.”

After dealing with this, Eric, who was a bit of a clean freak, casually tossed her into the large wooden tub. He then proceeded to give her a bath, using hot water to clean her from head to

not like he hadn’t seen her body

her off completely, he carried her

“Cold…”

then brought out another quilt, covering her

with it.

on him, so he didn’t smell good. Being a man who couldn’t tolerate the slightest filth, he took off his clothes,

Eileen felt as if she was in a furnace.

body was being pulled back. A hand was resting on her waist. At this

with a swift kick, she sent the man

THE

Thud!

her bed, wrapping her body with the quilt, and reached over to switch on

Eric felt a sharp pain radiating

eyes,

Eileen averted her refusing to look at

body. His upper body, muscular and perfect, showcased his abs. Silently, he left the room and headed.

him to be so agreeable

got out of bed, closed the door, and went to the wardrobe to get dressed.

pill, and by the time it took effect, she had almost forgotten how Eric

she moved to the living

ago, she saw a notification about a painting competition

seven in the evening, representatives from the organizers would come to collect

hour and

to bother with him. Having not eaten all day, she grabbed a piece of toast nearby. The painting was almost

painting in the last half hour.

from the

painting. Although he didn’t understand art, he could still perceive

the door and assumed it must be

organizers.

painting to dry before

it, she discovered Gavin

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