Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 228 A Small Act Of Revenge

“Stop meddling in my affairs from now on, and there’s no need for you to pretend to care

either.”

Eric’s gaze fell on a nearby bucket used for washing paintbrushes. Soaking inside it was a mobile phone, its battery already removed and swollen from the water.

He rose and walked over to the curtains. With a swift motion, he drew them open, letting the light flood in. Eileen, who hadn’t seen the sun for several days, shielded her eyes from the blinding light, squinting. “What are you doing? Close the curtains!” she suddenly snapped.

“You have one hour to clean yourself up, then you’re coming back with me.”

“Eric, have you lost your mind? Why should I go back? That place is not my home anymore. It’s your home with Vera. And if my guess is correct, Sharon is also on your side, isn’t she? She has been secretly adding drugs to the milk I’ve been drinking all these

years.

The moment she saw him, she was reminded of those facts, those unbearable truths. Eileen dropped the paintbrush in her hand, her head throbbing painfully as she clutched her hair. She got up and walked to the table, swallowing several pills that could suppress her emotions. With reddened eyes, she looked at him. “I beg you, don’t come here anymore. I hate you, Eric! I hate you! You’ve ruined everything for me! You’ve tormented me like this!”

Without even bothering to put on her shoes, she rushed back to the room. With a forceful. bang, she shut the door.

Eric’s deep eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door. At this moment, he didn’t even know what he was thinking!

His mind was a tangled mess of jumbled thoughts and emotions.

Eileen returned to her room, curling up in her bed. She felt as if she was trapped in an abyss, unable to find her way out no matter how hard she tried.

Later, tired from crying, she wanted to sleep. She thought that a good sleep would make things better. Perhaps she could even dream of her mother in her sleep.

But ever since she lost her wallet and the photos inside it, Eileen hadn’t dreamed of her mother for a long time.

Eileen swallowed five of the pills she kept by her bedside. Nowadays, she could only rely on these methods to make herself feel a bit better.

This time, it seemed as if she had dreamt of her mother, and in the haze, she could also hear her mother’s voice.

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She was dressed in a beige knitted dress, her hair neatly done up. Although her face was not clearly visible, she could feel the warmth of being held in her mother’s arms.

If sleeping meant being with her mother, Eileen wished she would never wake up for the rest

of her life.

medicine bottle falling to the ground. He knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

moment, the man forcefully kicked open

Without a second thought, Eric lifted the covers, picked up the person from the bed, and held them horizontally in his arms.

to the bathroom before turning on the water. Cold water poured down from the showerhead, causing Eileen to shiver from the chill. She

as he tilted her forward. His fingers pried open her mouth, digging at the back of her throat. “Whatever

out.”

Eric, who was a bit of a clean freak, casually tossed her into the large wooden tub. He then proceeded to give her a bath, using hot water to clean her from head to

hadn’t seen

her off completely, he carried her

“Cold…”

the wardrobe, then brought out another

with it.

vomit on him, so he didn’t smell good. Being a man who couldn’t tolerate the slightest filth, he took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, and took a

as if

A hand was resting on her waist. At this moment, Eileen seemed to realize something. She turned and saw someone lying next to her,

kick, she sent the man on the bed tumbling

THE

Thud!

rose from her bed, wrapping her body with the quilt, and reached over to switch on

Eric felt a

eyes,

The man stood up. In a fluster, Eileen averted her refusing to look

it around his lower body. His upper body, muscular and perfect, showcased his abs. Silently,

him to be so

bed, closed the door, and went

by the time it took effect, she had almost forgotten how Eric

of the room wasn’t good. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she moved to the living room to finish the painting she

notification about a painting competition

the final day for submitting the draft of the artwork. At seven in the evening, representatives from the organizers would

hour and a half left.

to bother with him. Having not eaten all day, she grabbed a piece of toast nearby. The

her painting in the last

in from the window.

Although he didn’t understand art,

at the door and assumed

organizers.

to dry before carefully

door and opening it, she