Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Losing Control

The recent struggle had caused her to break out in a fine sweat, and her thin nightgown had been torn open, revealing skin so fair it seemed to glow. Her expression of embarrassment and anger only served to tighten Eric’s stomach as if she were a delicate flower ready to be plucked at will.

The man unabashedly sized her up, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to see right through her.

Eileen didn’t want to look at him. She turned her face toward the heavy curtains. There, where her collarbone delicately dipped, the man leaned over and kissed her again, leaving a trail of marks that belonged solely to harm

Since Mary had left, no matter how much Eileen resisted, she couldn’t avoid what was coming.

In the entire mansion, there were only the two of them.

It seemed as if Eileen fate was sealed. No matter what, she would sull be tainted. Although… Eric wouldn’t proceed to the final step, entering her body, but she was afraid that he would ignite her desire at the slightest touch, making her devoid of any self-control.

When Will left, it seemed as if the entire Swan family had become his.

Eric’s patience was completely worn out.

“Let me choose for you, then. The man had already unbuckled the metal clasp. pulling down the zipper and revealing his unappealing thing. It seemed to touch Eileen’s chin causing her to struggle violently, her face burning. With her eyes closed, she said. “You bastard, get up.”

“Hush, it will be over soon…”

About forty minutes later. Eileen casually grabbed something to wipe off the stuff on her chest and face, then directly tossed it onto his head.

“I really want to kill you, you bastard. Get out of my sight.”

Eric, unfazed, pulled off the shin from his head and tossed it into a corner. Then, bare-bodied, he stood

and effortlessly lifted the girl on the bed into his arms.

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Eileen stretched out her leg, aiming a kick directly at Eric, who swiftly dodged it. Seizing the opportunity, Eileen ran off the bed from the other side. The room door was already slightly ajar and in the next second….

With a “bang. it was forcefully shut again.

With a swift pull from Eric, she found herself pressed against the door, her exquisite curves and her small

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Not every woman possesses waist dimples, apart from some well-shaped international models.

Eric had been in the business world, having witnessed all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he had encountered, none could compare to the beauty currently beneath him.

“You’ve got guts, kicking wherever you dare.”

“Eric, you will surely be childless, and your lineage will end with you. You won’t meet a peaceful end.”

Eric held her by the waist, making her bend slightly, and tilted his head to indulge her fully. With such a fiery temper, it seemed she wouldn’t be seeking death anytime soon

The man toyed with the girl, urging her to tighten her legs around him. “If I am to die. I want to die with you

Eileen bit her lip, the humiliation in her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her like a servant, summoning and dismissing her at will.

What he likes is nothing more than this body…

His thing squeezed its way in, nestled between her legs

For over an hour, he continued to move back and forth on top of her

Countless times, when he let her go. Eileen felt so weak she was like a puddle of mud, about to slump to the ground. Enic promptly picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Eileen was too lazy to lift a finger, her mind in a complete fog. It must be said, aside from his daily fits of passion. Eric was also quite the master of flirtation…

Under duress, she found immense satisfaction, yet she resented it, unable to push him away each time.

Eileen had been asleep for nearly twenty hours, waking up at half past four in the morning.

The two of them were unclothed, sharing the same bed. Eileen’s back was pressed tightly against his

Eileen a scorching body, hot like a furnace. She stared blankly our the window. For some reason, it gave feeling that she hadn’t been reincarnated at all.

He loved to fall asleep, holding her from behind. Even when she turned over, he would gently guide her back. So, after all these years, she still hadn’t broken the habit of sleeping on her side

Indeed, a habit nurtured for nearly a decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily changed? Eileen turned around, facing this restrained face that once captivated the dreams of countless women.

In her memory. Erie appeared to be almost fony. If it weren’t for living again. Eileen would have almost forgotten what the young Eric looked like.

Eileen looked up at him, observing him intently….

At this moment, the still relatively young Eric’s face overlapped with that of Eric in his middle age.

In his forties, Eric had grown even more mature. His features were deeper and more captivating, and there was a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter how dangerous or difficult things got, as long as he was by her side, he could provide a sense of security. She can trust him with everything.

Back then, among the circle of the elite, men of his age were either out of shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many outstanding women constantly thinking about him. How many mistresses had come to her door forcing her to step down… Eileen had lost count.

However, no one could make him look at them…

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Eileen played the role of an extremely magnanimous good wife. The blissful “Mrs. Snow” who didn’t compete or fight, living like a walking corpse…

Whenever she thought back those scattered memories were seldom filled with happiness. Most of the time, they were steeped in her own heartache and bitterness.

Even though her heart was shattered all over the place, it was painstakingly pieced back together, only to ache intensely once again.

Eileen wanted to strangle him but with her strength. Eric would wake up before she could kill him.

Eileen quietly got out of bed, slipped into a nightgown, and headed downstairs,

She admitted her own cowardice and didn’t know what kind of method she should use to move on from her past pain-

Before being diagnosed with cancer, she had actually developed heart disease later in life. The doctor explained that it was caused by years of suppressed anxiety and emotional overstimulation. It was not hereditary, but any severe shock could potentially trigger a sudden heart attack at any time, leading to

death.

All her heartache stemmed solely from him.

Eileen had countless thoughts of killing Eric, but why?

What could be her motive for killing him?

Did she have the capability to kill him?

Vera’s death was a result of her father’s actions.

Then. Eric killed his father. This was an act of retribution, a tit for tat. Eileen had nothing to say about that.

The woman he kept on the side…

Eric, too, simply made a mistake that every man is prone to make.

Why did she hate him?

Was it because Eric did not love her?

However, from the very beginning, she was the one who insisted on this marriage. All the mistakes were her own doing.

From the moment she decided to marry Eric, all the tragedies were, in fact, destined to happen.

Because the person he wanted to marry was never her.

That included the fact that she had been drugged for so many years….

It was all because of the debt her father had once incurred, and Eric simply made her pay for it.

A person…. so consumed by hatred that they wished to seek revenge on an entire family, Eileen couldn’t comprehend the depth of such a grudge, one that would drive someone to destroy her family, leaving them in a state worse than death