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.

to the ground. He knocked on the door, but there was

moment, the man forcefully kicked

floor and the gloomy room. met his eyes. Without a second thought, Eric lifted the covers, picked

the bathroom before turning on the water. Cold water poured down from the showerhead, causing Eileen to shiver from the chill. She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a multitude

as he tilted her forward. His fingers pried open her mouth, digging at the back of her throat. “Whatever you’ve eaten, spit it

out.”

bit of a clean freak, casually tossed her into the large wooden tub. He then proceeded to give her a

like he hadn’t seen

off completely, he carried her out of

“Cold…”

wardrobe, then brought

with it.

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

Eileen felt as if she was in a furnace.

waist. At this moment, Eileen seemed to realize something. She turned and saw someone lying next to her,

she sent

THE

Thud!

with the quilt, and reached over to switch

Eric felt a sharp pain radiating from his tailbone.

eyes,

In a fluster, Eileen averted her refusing to look at

wrapping it around his lower body. His upper body, muscular and perfect, showcased his abs. Silently, he left the room and

to be so agreeable

quickly got out of bed, closed the door, and went to the wardrobe to

the time it took effect, she had almost forgotten

she moved to

she saw a notification about a painting

was the final day for submitting the draft of the artwork. At seven in

still an hour

bother with him. Having not eaten

her painting in the last half hour.

from the window.

her, the man’s gaze was fixed on her painting. Although he didn’t understand art, he could still perceive that this painting was brimming with light

knock at the door and assumed it must be someone from the event

organizers.

allowed the painting to dry before carefully rolling it

she discovered Gavin standing there,