Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

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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

that she was just sick, and it might… it might

you doing?”

living room. The next moment, Eric turned

intense that it made her

the scissors from her

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a very faint gaze. This time, he saw both

seemed as if he could explode with anger at any time. Do

tears trickled down Eileen’s face. I just want to

good night’s sleep. But I… I’m really feeling awful. I’ve even thought about tearing out

I’m not crazy; I’m just sick.

sentence. It was as if it was spoken to his past

heart sank at

emotions she had nowhere to vent were still there. In the

a long while. Eileen realized that she had become

the blood-dripping scissors in her

seemed like it was not just Eileen who had gone

Given that the scissors were sterilized daily.

“Feeling better now?”

face was visibly pale. She hung

Tll make breakfast for you. What would you

“Just leave.”

The best dish Eric could make was just pasta.

calm, as if nothing had ever

soup. He placed it on the table, then turned around to fetch a sinaller bowl. It was for her.

her bowl, then poured in some soup. Some of the soup trickled

place by a man, a fork 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

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picked up. When he looked up at her, Eileen instinctively stepped back in fear, as if Eric would

finish eating.

bowl toward her. After sweeping up the trash, he left for the doorway

o’clock in the

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