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

to tell him that she was just sick, and it might… it might take a very

you doing?”

in the unlit living room. The

was so intense that it made her squint her

over and smatched the scissors from

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faint gaze. This time,

dangerous gaze fixed on her. The next moment, it seemed as if he could explode with anger at any time. Do you really want to

to case the pain here,” she said, pointing

I’m really feeling awful. I’ve even thought about tearing out my own heart, wondering if it might case my

I’m doing, but I just can’t help myself. Eric, I’m not crazy; I’m just sick. I don’t know how to get better on my own.

if it was spoken to his past

sank at that.

was pulled into an embrace. The emotions she had nowhere to vent were still there. In

long while. Eileen realized that

holding the blood-dripping

was not just Eileen who had

that the scissors were sterilized daily.

“Feeling better now?”

excessive blood loss, her face was visibly pale. She hung her head in silence,

Tll make breakfast for you. What would

“Just leave.”

dish Eric could make was

also very calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

bowl of beef macaroni soup. He placed it on the table, then turned around to

scooped up some pasta into her bowl, then poured in some soup. Some of the soup trickled down the edge of the bowl, spilling onto the table.

shattered. The soup and pasta spilled all over the floor. “Can’t you see? It’s

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Instead, he patiently cleaned up. His hand was cut by the shards he picked up. When

you finish eating.

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

o’clock in the early morning

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