Stepping out of the police station, Casper sank into his car and chain-smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. When the sunset finally kissed the horizon, and the autumn leaves whispered in the wind, he snapped out of his daze and floored the gas pedal.

Back at Welton Estate, the bedroom on the second floor was pitch black. Casper sat in the darkness, the only light coming from the embers of his cigarette. His phone rang. It was the hospital. He ignored the first call. After the phone rang two or three more times, he sighed, crushed the cigarette, and answered, "Yeah?"

"Mr. Casper, Ms. Nova is very agitated. You need to come see her immediately," the nurse's voice quivered with urgency.

"Just give her a sedative. Do I look like a doctor?" he snapped and hung up.

Casper stumbled downstairs and grabbed a bottle of red wine, pouring glass after glass. Marian, unable to bear it any longer, approached him quietly. "Sir, you should stop drinking. It's not good for you."

"Mind your own business," he slurred, collapsing onto the sofa. "This house is dead. Might as well be."

"Sir, are you okay? Maybe you should rest. Let me help you upstairs," Marian offered, reaching out.

He shoved her away. "Don't touch me."

"Sir..."

as annoying as Eliza. Get

shattering them. Marian quickly fetched a

hiccupped, closing his eyes. "...isn't Nova more suited to be my wife

for words. If Casper divorced Eliza and married Nova, she'd resign and leave, no

are you asking

dress and cap, ponytail high, riding a mountain bike. Her legs were so

Eliza who had one. Back when they first married, Eliza rode it every morning and evening.

even saw the bike.

"Sir, you're drunk."

the perfect Mrs.

do you really

She was deceitful and harsh to the staff, and she loved putting on a show for

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