His Destructive, Toxic Love

Casper leaned casually against his car. The streetlight above cast a soft glow on his hair and shoulders, highlighting his chiseled profile against the clear night sky. He had striking looks that even made other men do a double-take.

As he looked up and saw her approaching, his eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed her using a crutch. Perhaps in his mind, she was just clumsily mimicking Nova. "Aaron must be heartbroken seeing you like this," he scoffed.

Aaron? So, they talked. That explained why he was here.

"Weren't we supposed to discuss Robin?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He strode towards her, his cold eyes reflecting the chill of the night as he thrust the divorce papers at her. "Take these back, and then we can talk."

"Still can't let me go?" Eliza looked up at him. His tall frame blocked most of the light, making it hard for her to see his face clearly. "I'm not asking for a penny. Isn't leaving with nothing enough? Or do you not want to give Nova a proper status?"

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Seems like I haven't given Nova a status yet, but you've already given Aaron one."

His words cut deep. Despite their two years of marriage, she had always been loyal, but accusations still flew her way.

Anger flared in her eyes. "When have you ever seen anything happen between me and Aaron? Do you think everyone's like you, chasing after every desire?"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Are you saying nothing is going on?" His grip on her face tightened, distorting her features slightly. He leaned in closer, grabbing her waist. "Would he defend you without getting any benefits?"

Aaron had probably said some kind words about her, which must have pissed Casper off. Now, Casper was taking it out on her.

Eliza's face turned pale with fury. She shoved him away. "You're a complete bastard."

She backed away, step by step, leaning heavily on her crutch. Her eyes were filled with disdain and a sense of betrayal.

He reached out and gripped the back of her neck, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered hotly, "But you love bastards like me."

She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it mid-air. The tension was palpable.

Eliza struggled, but his grip was too firm. "Feeling brave, huh?" he sneered, releasing her hand with a rough shove.

The force caused her to stumble back. Her heel caught on a protruding brick, and she lost her balance, falling hard to the ground. Her palms scraped against the rough surface, dirt and grit embedding in the wounds. The pain in her knee was almost unbearable.

But she had learned to endure pain. Even as blood soaked through her pants, she didn't make a sound.

He crouched beside her, gently brushing aside her disheveled hair. "Silent in bed and still silent in pain?"

Despair washed over her. She felt utterly defeated, as she got to her feet with effort, using her crutch for support. She tidied her hair and forced her voice to remain calm. "Mr. Casper, it seems you're not here to discuss Robin."

"Whether we talk about him or not depends on your attitude," he said, his long fingers trailing down her cheek. "And clearly, you're not showing the right attitude tonight."

Eliza turned her face away, suppressing the urge to scream. It was late, and she didn't want to disturb the neighbors.

It was clear now that Casper had no intention of discussing Robin.