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.

falling to the ground. He knocked on the door, but there was no response from

the man forcefully kicked open the

the gloomy room. met his eyes. Without a second thought, Eric lifted the covers, picked up the person from

Eileen to

was half crouching, one arm wrapped around her as he tilted her forward. His fingers pried open her mouth, digging at

out.”

to eat, along with some stomach acid. 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

like he hadn’t seen her body before, after all.

completely, he carried

“Cold…”

wardrobe, then

with it.

didn’t smell good. Being a man who couldn’t tolerate the slightest filth, he took

dusk fell, Eileen felt as if she was

resting on her waist. At this moment, Eileen seemed to realize something. She turned and saw someone lying next to her,

was startled, and with a swift kick, she sent the man on the bed

THE

Thud!

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

warning, Eric felt a sharp pain radiating from his tailbone.

eyes,

a fluster, Eileen averted her refusing to look at the ugly thing hanging between his legs. “Get dressed and leave,” she

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

expect him to be so agreeable today.

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

sleeping pill, and by the time it took effect, she

soundproofing of the room wasn’t good. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she moved to the

few days ago, she saw a notification about a painting

final day for submitting the draft of the artwork. At seven in the evening, representatives

hour and a half

Eileen didn’t have time to bother with him. Having not eaten all day, she

she finished her painting in the last

from

Although he didn’t understand art, he could still perceive that this

door and assumed it must be

organizers.

to dry before carefully

she discovered Gavin standing there, holding

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