His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Is it my fault that people like me?" Her breath fogged up the car window as she spoke, her lips twisting into a helpless smirk. "Casper, are you just jealous or looking for an excuse to destroy the Martins and ruin

me?"

No. How could he be jealous? He just wanted to destroy her.

"Destroy you?" His lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Eliza, you've destroyed yourself."

His hand tightened around her neck, the pain sharp and unyielding. Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden.

"You accused me of infidelity out of nowhere. Isn't that destruction?" She struggled fiercely, anger bubbling up. "And what about you and Nova? Your affair is the talk of all Falconridge. Shouldn't I be the one to confront you? Or maybe I should go after every woman in Falconridge who's ever liked you, one by one?"

"That's different."

"How is it different?" Despair flickered in her eyes, cold and cutting. "The difference is, you and Nova actually had an affair, while what you accuse me and Aaron of is just something you made up, a frame-up." Her face was pressed against the car window, nearly twisted out of shape, her hair in disarray.

Exactly. He had no proof of the affair. He hadn't caught her in the act.

Likewise, did she have any proof? Had she caught him and Nova in the act?

"Do you love him?"

"I don't love anyone."

she had loved Casper

he treated

barely living. That was the price of love. She

mocking sound. His beautiful eyes narrowed into a dangerous, mocking

you once clung to my neck, saying you'd only love me in

said when they first got married. That Eliza was long

what's the point of saying this? I don't

aron. I won't love

have no

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watched her, waiting for her

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our marriage has destroyed my trust in men, shown me how heartless they can be. You've shattered all my illusions of marriage, my

as a fleeting blossom, yet tears rolled down

heart aching, his grip slowly loosening, finally

cigarette, placing it between his lips, leaning back in his seat as if drained of

click sounded in the quiet car, a

pale smoke quickly filling the air, concealing his strikingly handsome face within it. Through the smoke, his

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