His Destructive, Toxic Love

Eliza found herself mulling over the possibility that she might soon get those divorce papers from Casper. The thought lifted her spirits a bit.

Feeling somewhat buoyed, Eliza headed down to the basement storage. Despite it being early winter, she dusted off her old mountain bike, itching to take it out for a spin. Marian, ever cautious, voiced her concerns. "Ma'am, Mr. Casper will be home soon. Aren't you on your period? Maybe you should ride another day."

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Her mood brightened, but her body paid the price. Riding during her period and taking in all that cold air wasn't a great mix. By the time she got back, she felt awful. Marian, always the caretaker, handed her a heating pad and brewed some hot ginger tea with brown sugar.

When Casper arrived, Eliza was already dozing off. "Where's my wife?" he asked.

"Ma'am has a stomachache and went to bed," Marian answered honestly.

"What's causing her stomachache?"

"She's on her period and caught a chill," Marian said softly, fearing she might be blamed.

Casper didn't say much, but the room was cozily warm thanks to the high setting of the air conditioning. He walked over, gently touched Eliza's forehead, and woke her up.

Seeing her eyes flutter open, his expression softened. "Not feeling well?" His voice was so gentle it almost seemed unreal.

She didn't reply; she just pushed herself up to sit.

"You should lie down," he said, slipping off his jacket, climbing under the covers with her, and pulling her close. His warm hand gently rested on her lower abdomen. "Your stomach's so cold." "It always is."

"Next time, stay inside during your period."

"It doesn't come often."

Since she had taken so many contraceptives, her periods had been irregular for a long time. They had only recently become somewhat regular again.

They both fell silent for a while.

"Casper," she spoke softly.

He responded with a hum.

"When will you give me the divorce papers?"

His eyelids lifted slowly, and his face darkened. "If you want them, just wait."

"Weren't you going to-" Before Eliza could finish, Casper's phone rang. It was Faithe from the hospital, calling about Nova.

"Mr. Casper, Nova's fever hasn't gone down since her kidney transplant. Please come quickly."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the

quiet room, Eliza heard every word. So that was why she hadn't seen Nov@lately. Did Nova have a kidney transplant? én.swnovels.net

As Casper got out of bed and started dressing, Eliza grabbed his arm. "Tell me, Nova's kidney, is it my mother's?"

"No."

He dressed at a leisurely pace, showing no urgency. Still, Eliza's heart trembled. "Then whose kidney did she get?" "Why do you care?"

"If you won't say, it means Nova got my mother's kidney. Casper, you're worse than a monster," she accused,

her eyes filling with tears as clung to him. "You, you..."

Overcome by emotion, her stomach pain intensified, and her face turned ghostly pale. She wavered, nearly collapsing.

Sensing her distress, he quickly steadied her. Suddenly, blood gushed out uncontrollably, soaking her pajama pants and staining his eyes red.

"Damn."

He cursed, scooping her up and rushing downstairs. Eliza was hemorrhaging badly, her pajama pants turning into a bloody mess, staining his white shirt and black pants red.