Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 233 Where To Go

The painting lay spread out on the table, labeled with Eileen’s name.

Jasper’s fingers traced over the painting. “Is she the winner of this competition?” Every time. he came across something related to her, his emotions would subconsciously calm down.

Fabian replied, “The organizers sent this over. They want to hear your opinion.”

Truth be told, Fabian had always known that Eileen would definitely participate in this competition. She loved painting, and her skills were on par with any professional artist.

“Does she know that Smith Corporation is a co-organizer of this competition?” Jasper asked.

Fabian answered, “No one knows, so I assume Ms. Eileen is equally clueless.”

“That’s all for now.”

“Yes, Mr. Smith.”

Fabian left, closing the office door behind him. Jasper meticulously scanned every detail of the painting. She hasn’t contacted me these past few days because of this.

Eileen was clear-headed and knew exactly what she wanted. No matter what happened, she could always maintain a rational mind.

Sometimes, Jasper wished she would throw a tantrum instead of doing nothing at all. At least then he could feel that she cared for him, even if it was just a little.

Feeling upset that she had easily pushed him towards someone else, Jasper soon called the organizers.

One afternoon, five days later, Eileen asked, “Is there anything to eat, Mary? I’m hungry.” Eileen hadn’t changed her clothes for days. Her hair was clumped together and extremely greasy, while her body emanated a peculiar odor.

Mary was picking vegetables when she saw Eileen looking disheveled. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything. “Ms. Eileen, it’s not mealtime yet, but how about I make you some eggs and toast?”

“You’re not allowed to cook for her. From now on, if she’s hungry, she can come down to cat during mealtime. Otherwise, she’ll be spoiled.”

Eileen had finished all the snacks she had brought into the room. Running her hand through her hair, she looked as if she had just woken up. Squinting, she walked downstairs and saw Eric casually sitting on the couch. He had a laptop on his lap and seemed to be working on

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company matters.

past him and went to the TV cabinet. She found that the snacks. that were usually stocked

his remarks. She closed the cabinet and headed back to the kitchen. Mary couldn’t bear it either. If this continued, Eileen would surely starve herself

Eileen saw that it was filled with various vegetables and milk.

the fridge. Looking rather listless, she took out a bottle of chilled orange juice. “Where are the other

might be gone for a long time, so they’ve

your salary. It should be enough to sustain you

at how quickly she lost her

will be no one to clean the villa

won’t starve to death, nor do

home has long been broken. What’s the

with a bottle

Eileen, seemingly lifeless, looked at the staircase behind him. “You should go too. Don’t waste

this house from the beginning to the

not?

about to ascend the stairs, Eric grabbed her hand. “Sharon had a

a speedy recovery then, but

relationship with Sharon was, Eileen simply couldn’t face someone who had been drugging her for over a decade. In fact, she found it laughable that she had once considered this

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such suspicions. She was

the last straw that

wanted to escape from her predicament, to forget everything, but she didn’t know when she would

destined to muddle through the rest of her life like that, living without a purpose.

grip. Step by step,

Eileen had improved significantly. At least she no longer locked herself in her room

as if she could once again

turned her head, her face was still unclear. Yet, her gentle voice could be heard. “Lenie, is there anything

not coming back, and he left me all alone.