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

longed 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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room. The

Blake light was so intense that it made her squint her

walked over and smatched the

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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 to die?”

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

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

just can’t help myself. Eric, I’m not crazy; I’m just sick.

was as if it was

heart sank at that.

she had nowhere to vent were still

Eileen realized that she

holding the blood-dripping scissors in her hand.

was not just Eileen who

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

“Feeling better now?”

in blood. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was visibly pale. She hung her

make breakfast for you. What would

“Just leave.”

Eric

very calm, as

beef macaroni soup. He placed it on the table, then

up some pasta into her bowl, then poured in some soup. Some of the soup trickled down the edge of the bowl, spilling

and pasta spilled all over the floor. “Can’t you see? It’s

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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 do

you finish eating.

sweeping up the trash, he

the

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