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.

ground. He

kicked open the door to

the sight of sleeping pills scattered all over the floor and the gloomy room. met his eyes. Without a second

to the bathroom before turning on the water. Cold water poured down from the showerhead, causing Eileen to shiver from the chill. She opened her eyes in a daze, only to

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

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

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

carried

“Cold…”

then brought out another quilt, covering

with it.

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

fell, Eileen felt as if she

being pulled back. A hand was resting on her waist. At this moment, Eileen seemed to realize something. She turned and saw

swift kick, she

THE

Thud!

wrapping her body with the quilt, and reached

felt a

eyes,

man stood up. In a fluster, Eileen averted her refusing to look at the ugly thing hanging between his legs.

floor, wrapping it around his lower body. His upper body, muscular and perfect, showcased his abs. Silently, he

to be

of bed, closed the door, and went to the wardrobe to

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

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

notification about a

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

was still an hour and a

balcony. Eileen didn’t have time to bother with him. Having not eaten all day, she grabbed a piece of toast nearby. The painting was almost complete.

painting in the last half hour.

in from

on her painting. Although he didn’t understand art, he could still perceive that this painting was

door and assumed it must be someone from the event

organizers.

dry before carefully rolling it up.

and opening it, she

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