Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

The conversation continued behind the wall. “How about we go out for a walk, Jasper? You’ve been staying home for a very long
time. I’m worried about you.” “I don’t need your concern. A useless piece of sh*t like me would be better off dead! Get out, all of
you!” Yet another ear-piercing noise rang out as he broke a hole in the window. “A-All right. I’ll leave. Please don’t hurt yourself.”
Eileen was shocked. Although she couldn’t hear the conversation very clearly, she could tell that it was between a mother and
son. Sharon glanced in Eileen’s direction and said regretfully, “The one staying next door is the heir of the Smith family. He got
into an accident when he was little and had been staying indoors ever since. That poor thing... I think he isn’t quite right in the
head.” Eileen nodded in response and fell into deep thought. In her past life, Jasper was eighteen when he committed suicide by
slitting his wrists. He was already dead by the time the ambulance arrived. Eileen was watching from the balcony as the
paramedics covered his lifeless body with a white blanket and carried it into the ambulance. Apparently, he had been dead for
two days before they discovered his body in the bathroom. As Eileen glanced at the cake on the table and stared at the wall, a
thought suddenly formed inside her head. She then cut a huge slice of the cake, placed it carefully inside a box, and tied a ribbon
on it. “I’ll be right back, Sharon. Help me put the cake in the refrigerator.” Sharon could only shake her head helplessly in
response as Eileen had run off before she could ask where she was going. Eileen ran into her bedroom, grabbed a pen and a
piece of paper, and retrieved her drone from storage. She had bought that drone when she was fifteen, only to leave it aside
after playing with it for a few days. This time, however, she was able to put it to good use. After writing a note and attaching it to
the ribbon, she made her way into the courtyard with the cake and drone in hand. As the mansions were connected, Eileen
attached the box containing the cake onto the drone and flew it in through the broken window. Jasper sat on a wheelchair, his
gaze fixated venomously on a blade lying amidst broken glass on the floor. Spending all of his time indoors had left his skin
pallid, exuding a sickly and somber aura. Why would my parents bring me into this world if they don’t love each other? Now that
they both have their own respective families, what will become of me? I’m just a cripple that nobody wants! Jasper’s eyes
darkened, growing gloomier as he struggled to rise from his wheelchair. His legs proved too feeble to bear his weight, and he
crumpled to the floor seconds later. Broken glass cut into his palms, causing them to bleed, staining the wooden floorboards a
vivid red. Undeterred, he retrieved the blade from the shattered glass and slid it out. All I have to do is slash my wrists open with
this razor-sharp blade, and I’ll be free from my suffering! Out of nowhere, an unidentified object sailed through the window,
landing within the room. Jasper paused, eyeing the object warily. Huh? That looks like a drone... It even has a box attached to
it... After a brief inspection to ensure its harmlessness, he picked up the box. Within, he found a note attached that read: My
name is Eileen Swan. I’m your neighbor, and it’s my birthday today. I baked this cake myself. Please have some! I’ll come visit
you every day from now on, okay? Eileen Swan? She’s coming to visit me every day? Jasper eagerly tore open the box and
devoured the cake. The sweetness on his tongue and the delightful aroma enveloping him brought a warm sensation to his
heart. In that moment, the urge to end his own life faded away. After staring at the broken window for quite some time, Eileen
directed her drone back to her. A few minutes later, the drone landed next to her feet, and a smile appeared on Eileen’s face as

she saw that he had eaten the cake. he reason behind her action eluded her, but perhaps it was a shared understanding of being
abandoned by those close to them. If she could, Eileen wanted to prevent him from ending his life this time.