His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

The staff at Mercy Hospital had put her in a single room.

The room was bare, its walls lined with thick soundproofing foam. There was no table, just a rounded wooden bed and a moderately-sized window.

They untied the ropes around her wrists. She rubbed her sore wrists, staring out the barred window at the world outside. She thought she might never see the day she'd be free.

The person who brought her in handed her a clean set of hospital gowns, his face expressionless.

"Mr. Casper wants you to recover here. We'll take good care of you, but you need to follow the rules."

Eliza didn't say a word. She just stared outside, lost and empty, like a canary with its wings clipped.

She remembered the countless nights her brother must've looked out the same way, hoping and waiting for freedom. But in the end, it drove him mad.

Eliza's life was mechanical and monotonous: eating, sleeping, watching TV, and occasionally taking a walk after dinner. Most of the time, she just sat quietly by the bed, hugging her knees, staring blankly out the window.

After Casper took her phone,

nowhere, a wave of intense nausea hit, and she rushed to the bathroom. She leaned over the sink, her hands gripping it as her stomach churned violently. This had been happening for three

that came to her mind was pregnancy. The thought flashed through her mind and exploded in her heart like a thunderclap. She

planned to end her life

here to see you," a voice called as the door opened. Eliza washed her face, looking haggard as she responded, "Got

was led to the visitor's room. She saw Zach and wasn't overly surprised. Besides Casper,

heavily at Eliza

his brow furrowing unconsciously. She seemed thinner than before. Her skin was now almost

Mercy Hospital, which Zach could somewhat

this how the man you were so desperate to marry treats you?" Zach couldn't help but kick over a stool in front of him, his

at him calmly. "How did you