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 long time for her to

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in the unlit living room. The next moment, Eric turned on the

that it made her squint

smatched the

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very faint gaze. This time, he saw both worry

it seemed as if

I just want to case the pain

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,

Eric, I’m not crazy; I’m just sick. I don’t know how to get better on

It was as if it was spoken to his past

heart sank at that.

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

realized that she had become

holding the blood-dripping scissors in

was not just

that the scissors were sterilized daily. there was no need for a tetanus

“Feeling better now?”

her face was

Tll make breakfast for you. What would you like

“Just leave.”

The best dish Eric could make was

very calm, as if

table, then turned

soup. Some of 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 of the pain, let alone harm

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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

finish eating.

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

o’clock in the early

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