Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 89 Mercy

“Vera, please go upstairs and rest for a while.”

Vera glanced at Eric, then at Eileen, “Eric, Eileen just had a fright. Please don’t intimidate. her.”

Vera didn’t like it when Eric was alone with Eileen. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder if Eric truly

had feelings for her.

If he doesn’t like me, then what about the things he said to me?

Vera had never truly heard Eric express his affection for her.

This made her feel incredibly insecure.

Vera went up the stairs. Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mary stammered, “Sh-Should I leave as well?”

Eric shot her a sharp, icy glance, which frightened Mary so much that she immediately turned around

and ran away.

Until there were only two people left in the living room.

An oppressive chill hung in the air, so heavy that it left Eileen struggling to breathe.

“Do my words mean nothing to you?” Eric approached her steadily, emitting a chilling aura. Even

without looking at him, Eileen could sense the expression on his face in that moment.

His demeanor was a stark contrast to when Jasper had shown concern for her just a moment. ago. He

was in complete control of his emotions, like a demon who had just emerged from

hell.

“I haven’t forgotten, Eileen nervously wiped the cold sweat from her palms, too uneasy to meet his

gaze. She further explained, “Richard came to pick me up today. I couldn’t refuse him. I took this

opportunity to clarify things with him. Eric, what more do you want from me? I’ve done everything you

asked. What else do you expect me to do?”

“Look up,” his voice was commanding, issuing orders.

Eileen lifted her head, staring into his dark, piercing eyes. There was an intimidating aura

about him.

Eric chuckled lightly. “Do you know where your biggest flaw lies, Eileen? I don’t appreciate it when you

lie to me!”

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Having spent so many years together, over a decade passing in the blink of an eye, he knew her inside

and out. He knew what she loved to eat and what she liked. A single glance from her was enough for

him to understand what was on her mind.

Eileen had wanted to pour out her heart, but when the words reached her lips, she could only manage

to say, “I understand. If there’s nothing else, I’d like to go back and rest.”

Eileen was about to go up the stairs when Eric’s voice stopped her once again. “It’s not yet. midnight.

Come over.”

Eric pulled out two chairs. He sat in one, legs crossed, watching her with a calm and composed

demeanor.

Eileen didn’t understand. What does he want to do?

She didn’t move.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asked coldly.

Without further delay, Eileen slowly made her way over and took a seat beside him.

“Don’t you love the dishes made by Sharon the most? If you don’t eat the food on the table today, it will

go to waste.”

Eileen stared at him in disbelief. The food on the table had already gone cold, and with her sensitive

stomach, she couldn’t eat cold food.

“Are you trying to make me sick?”

After all, Eric was well aware of her condition.

“Eileen, if you don’t behave, there will be consequences. That’s the rule.”

“These are your rules, not mine!” Eileen kicked the stool and stood up. “You’re just a child my father

adopted. You have no right to dictate what I should do. Whether you believe it or not, there’s no

possibility between him and me. Neither you nor Jasper, from now on, will I ever fall for anyone again.

Enjoy your meal. If you want to eat, eat it yourself.”

As Eileen turned to go up the stairs, a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Eric dragged her to the dining

table. With a forceful shove, Eileen found herself sprawled on the cold marble floor. As she tried to get

up, a hand clamped around her delicate neck. “Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

His gaze was terrifying. In that moment, Eileen almost believed he would truly harm her. His grip

tightened. The pain was suffocating, and she could hardly breathe. The chill from the ground seeped

into her entire body.

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Eileen furrowed her brows, not uttering a single word.

Eric wasn’t holding back. His hawk-like gaze was fixed on her, relishing the pleasure brought by her

pain.

He had expected to hear her cry and beg for mercy, but there was none of that, not even a single plea

for mercy.

Seeing her in this state. Eric’s frustration grew more intense.

“What’s the matter? Can’t even beg for mercy now?” Eric scoffed.

Eileen knew him well. If Eric truly wanted to harm her, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to do

it here.

Perhaps due to the events of tonight, he wanted her to beg for mercy, to surrender, but she simply

wouldn’t.

Tears welled up in Eileen’s eyes, shimmering like pearls. The tears that had gathered soon fell, painting

a picture of pitiful vulnerability. She resembled a delicate flower ravaged by the rain, its petals torn and

scattered. Anyone who saw her in this state would undoubtedly feel a pang of heartache.

Eileen pushed him away forcefully. “Even if I die, I will never beg you for mercy in this lifetime. You’ll

surely go to hell after you die.”

With so many lives on his hands, Eileen felt that it was unfair that fate still allowed him to live.

Hell? I have already become a demon from hell.

“Then I… will take you to hell with me.”

If Eileen truly wanted to be a part of the Smith family, Eric was determined to destroy her.

Eric swiftly grabbed the girl who was attempting to run away.

Suddenly, in the next second, Eric pulled her up like a chick, his hand gripping her neck, pinning her

body against the wall. His eyes were as red as a raging fire, staring at her, and he kissed her forcefully.

As he kissed her passionately, his hands held her tightly. Eileen felt a sense of suffocation, as if she

was being deprived of oxygen. In her daze, she felt her thin lips being forcefully bitten. by him. A sweet,

metallic taste filled their mouths. Her hands struggled against him, leaving numerous scratch marks on

his face and neck….

Eileen had no chance to catch her breath. She could only let him have his way with her.

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Eric had completely lost control.

In the corridor, Vera, feeling uneasy, quietly descended the stairs until she witnessed this

scene.

Taken aback by the sight before her, her mind went momentarily blank. She stared at them. astonished

by everything unfolding before her.

Eric sensed something. He lifted his icy gaze to glance at the person standing on the stairs.

Vera locked eyes with him, her heart aching like a knife wound. She couldn’t bear the harsh reality.

Quickly, she ran back upstairs.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Eileen seized the moment when Eric was distracted. As soon as she had a

chance to catch her breath, she forcefully pushed him away.

Her palm landed squarely on his face without any hesitation…

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the living room.

The only sound in the hallway was her heavy, gasping breaths.

Tick, tock.

In the room where the lights remained off, the clock continued to tick away tirelessly.

It was half past twelve in the early hours of the morning, Eileen clutched her throat in the restroom,

vomiting everything she had eaten from her stomach.

In the end, all that was left to vomit was bile, and a ringing sound could be heard in her ears.

Half an hour ago.

Her resistance only fueled the tyrannical streak within Eric. He watched her eat and did not let her go

until after midnight.

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