Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 113 A Million Times Better

Eileen arrived at the library before seven o’clock, knowing that it would close at ten. There were still a

few people scattered around the library at that time.

She sat at her favorite spot next to the window and opened her workbook.

As time passed, the lights in the library gradually dimmed. Eventually, a librarian approached her and

politely said, “We’ll be closing soon.”

He didn’t show up, but she wasn’t surprised.

On her way back home, Eileen momentarily forgot about the ongoing renovations at her residence. All

the servants and drivers had already gone home, and the last bus of the evening had already left by

this late hour.

In the end, Eileen had to hail a taxi to get home.

It was close to one in the morning when she arrived at her condominium. Looking up, she noticed that

the lights on the twelfth floor were off. It seemed that the residents were already asleep at this late

hour.

She entered the elevator and tried to input the door’s lock code, but it was incorrect. She tried three

times, but the passcode was still wrong.

How can it be wrong? It’s clearly a series of numbers from one to six. Could it have been changed?

In her moment of confusion, Eileen instinctively reached for her phone, only to remember that Sharon

didn’t have a mobile phone. She didn’t know the landline number for the living room, and her phone’s

contact list was minimal, with only a few names, including Vera. As she scrolled through her contacts,

her eyes landed on the last set of numbers.

After a few seconds of silence, the lights in the corridor, controlled by sound, turned off, leaving her in

darkness.

The only source of light came from her cell phone. Faced with this dilemma, Eileen hesitated for a

moment and ultimately decided not to disturb them.

It’s already eleven o’clock. I should stay at a hotel tonight.

Eileen retraced her steps and headed towards the elevator. As she stood by the elevator, she pressed

the button to go down. Just as the elevator was about to arrive, her phone vibrated faintly in her pocket.

Taking out her phone, she glanced at the caller ID and hesitated for a moment before deciding to

answer. After hovering her finger over the accept button for about ten seconds,

Eileen finally took the call. Putting the phone to her ear, she heard a cold, deep voice from the other

end asking, “Where are you?”

Eileen held her breath and replied, “I’m at the door…”

Shortly after, she heard the unmistakable sound of the door being opened.

Eileen hesitated before turning to enter the living room. There, she saw a man in dark striped pajamas

standing by the kitchen’s refrigerator, pouring himself a glass of water.

As she prepared to retreat to her room, the man’s displeased voice echoed from behind, asking,

“You’re home late. Where have you been?”

Eileen felt a cold, piercing gaze on her back as she retorted, “That’s my business. I don’t have to

explain it to you.”

After finishing her sentence, she entered the room and softly turned on the desk lamp. Vera, awakened

by the commotion, looked confused and asked, “Why are you just coming back now?”

“There’s something going on at school.”

“Oh…” Vera mumbled before turning over and falling back asleep while clutching his pink teddy bear.

After putting her backpack down, Eileen noticed two cups of milk on the table. One had gone cold, and

the other was only half-consumed.

Eileen quickly took a shower before going to bed.

The next morning, as the alarm clock broke the silence, Eileen, feeling disoriented and congested,

realized that she had barely slept. Dark circles under her eyes had deepened to a somewhat alarming

extent.

The lack of rest from the previous night seemed to be taking its toll.

Knowing that Eileen had an early morning study routine, Sharon would start preparing breakfast at

four-thirty.

When Sharon saw Eileen coming out of her room, she was taken aback. “Goodness, child, what have

you been up to? What time did you come back last night?”

Eileen squinted her eyes while scanning the contents of the refrigerator and replied, “Almost eleven

o’clock. Do we still have milk, Sharon?”

“Breakfast is almost ready. Take a seat. Mr. Snow has gone for a morning run; he’ll be back shortly,”

Sharon informed.

Eileen took a sip of cold water, trying to reduce the puffiness of her eyes. “I won’t be eating breakfast;

I’m in a rush.”

“Why are you so disobedient? I woke up at four-thirty to make breakfast for you. Be good. You’re still

growing. You can’t skip breakfast,” Sharon said.

“You don’t have to go through so much trouble. I’m fine with just eating whatever,” Eileen said.

“What are you talking about! I’ve watched you grow up since you were little; do you think I don’t know

you well enough?” Sharon exclaimed.

Eileen walked over and hugged Sharon from behind, resting her chin on Sharon’s shoulder. “You’re the

best, Sharon.”

The door swung open. It must be Eric, who had returned from his morning run.

Eileen let go of Sharon, who carried the oatmeal to the dining table. “Come, sit down and eat!”

“Okay.”

Despite her reluctance to face Eric, Eileen didn’t want to waste the food that Sharon had spent time

preparing.

Seated at the dining table, Sharon set a few sets of cutlery and served two bowls of oatmeal.

Eric, after a refreshing shower and a change of clothes, came out of the room.

Sharon asked, “Should we wake Vera up?”