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

might… it might take a very long time

are you doing?”

room. The next moment,

glaring Blake light was so intense that it made her

walked over and smatched the scissors from her hand.

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with a very faint gaze. This time, he saw both worry and anger in Eric’s

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

down Eileen’s face. I just want to case the pain here,”

I’ve even thought

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

it

heart sank

to vent were still

realized that she had become

was cull holding the blood-dripping scissors in her

it was not just Eileen

quite superficial. Given that the scissors were sterilized daily. there was no

“Feeling better now?”

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

make breakfast for you. What would you like to

“Just leave.”

dish Eric could make was just

calm, as if nothing had

it on the table, then turned around to fetch a sinaller bowl. It was

soup trickled down the

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 your distance from me, and

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

eating.

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

the early morning

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