Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

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

“She’s gone

She knew exactly what

just sick, and it might… it might take a very long time for her to slowly

are you doing?”

the unlit living room. The next moment, Eric

intense that it made her squint her eyes.

smatched the scissors from her

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a very faint gaze. This time, he saw both worry and

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

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

getting a good night’s sleep. But I… I’m really feeling awful. I’ve

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

as if it was spoken

sank

pulled into an embrace. The emotions she had nowhere to vent were

after a long while. Eileen realized that

was cull holding the blood-dripping scissors in her hand.

it was not just Eileen

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

“Feeling better now?”

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

make breakfast

“Just leave.”

The best dish Eric could make was

were also very calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

the table, then

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

stepping onto the staircase retracted. She was 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

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hand was cut by the shards he picked up. When he looked up at her, Eileen instinctively stepped back in

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