Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 243

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Every time she was with him, Eileen found herself recalling things she thought she had forgotten but somehow still remembered.

In the past… how did she alleviate these inner torments?

The answer was to inflict pain upon herself, using physical suffering to counteract the sorrow within.

Even though it was self-harm there was no sensation, only a greater sense of pleasure.

Eileen found a pair of scissors in the kitchen and cut a wound on her small arm. The first time, it didn’t bleed, but oh how her heart ached even more!

During the second attempt, blood was shed….

The droplet of blood that emerged fell into the pool, its color diffusing into the water before flowing into the drain

Eileen’s mouth curved into a smile.

In the pitch-black room, her laughter resembled that of a tormented spirit.

Then, there was the third time….

Because physical pain lessened the agony of the mind.

Watching the blood slowly drip down, Eileen found a perverse satisfaction. With each drop of blood that flowed, she felt a sense of release.

When Eric saw her self-harming, there was no worry or sadness in his eyes as he discovered her. Instead, he picked up the knife, grabbed her hand, and forcefully made another cut in the same spot.

It was deep enough to see the bone.

Later, due to excessive blood loss, she passed out.

When she woke up, she found herself locked up

He said, “She’s gone mad.”

In reality, she was not insane. She knew exactly what she was doing

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unlit living room. The next

Blake light was so intense that it made her squint

the scissors from

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This time, he saw both worry and anger in Eric’s eyes.

it seemed as if

Eileen’s face. I just want to

anymore! Eric! I’ve always been diligent about taking my medicine and getting a good night’s sleep. But I… I’m really feeling awful. I’ve even thought about tearing out my own heart, wondering if it might case my pain a bit. Do I look like a madwoman

what I’m doing, but I just can’t help myself. Eric, I’m not crazy; I’m just sick. I don’t know how

sentence. It was as if it was spoken

heart sank

pulled into an embrace. The emotions she had nowhere to vent were still there. In the same position as before, she bit down

a long while. Eileen realized that she had become unexpectedly quiet.

the blood-dripping

it was not just Eileen who

the scissors were sterilized daily.

“Feeling better now?”

was visibly pale.

hair behind her ear. Tll make breakfast for you. What would you like to eat?”

“Just leave.”

then.” The best dish Eric could

as if

of beef macaroni soup. He placed it on the table, then

Some of the soup trickled down the edge

thrust into her hand. However, she threw it in front of him, and the bowl shattered. The soup and pasta spilled all over the floor. “Can’t you see? It’s because of you that I’ve become like this? Just keep your distance from me, and I won’t be reminded

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Instead, he patiently cleaned up. His hand was cut by the shards he picked up. When he looked up at her, Eileen instinctively stepped back in fear, as if Eric

you finish eating. I’ll leave

trash, he left for the doorway and lit up a cigarette.

o’clock in the early morning

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