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

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

Blake light was so intense that it made her squint

over and smatched the

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faint gaze. This time,

seemed as if

Eileen’s face. I just want to case the pain here,” she said, pointing to her heart

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

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

as if it was spoken to his

sank at that.

she had nowhere to vent were still there. In

Eileen realized

the blood-dripping scissors in her

just Eileen who

treated Eileen’s wound, which was quite superficial. Given that the scissors were sterilized daily. there was no need for a

“Feeling better now?”

her face was visibly pale. She hung her head in silence, not uttering

make breakfast for you. What would

“Just leave.”

then.” The best dish Eric could make was just

also very calm, as if nothing

He placed it on the table, then turned around to fetch

then poured in some soup. Some of the soup trickled down the edge of the bowl, spilling onto the table. “Come and eat, he

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 I’ve become like this? Just keep your distance from

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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

eating.

pushed his bowl toward her. After sweeping up the trash, he left for the doorway and lit up a cigarette.

o’clock in the early morning

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