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

sick, and it might… it

are you

a cold voice echoed in the unlit living room. The next moment, Eric turned on

that it made her squint her

smatched the scissors from

Me Find The

This time, he saw both worry

her. The next moment, it seemed as if he could explode with anger at

face. I just want to

awful. I’ve even thought about tearing out my own heart, wondering if it might case my pain a bit. Do I look like

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

was as if it was spoken to his

heart sank at

had nowhere to vent were still

while. Eileen realized that she had

holding the blood-dripping scissors in

was not just

scissors were sterilized daily. there was no need for a

“Feeling better now?”

was visibly pale. She hung

Tll make breakfast for you.

“Just leave.”

Eric could make

very calm, as

it on the table, then turned around to fetch a

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

staircase retracted. She was quickly pulled back into 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

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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 would

you finish eating. I’ll

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

o’clock in the early morning

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