His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"It's freezing here. I'm taking her home," Casper said, stumbling to his feet and heading towards the morgue gurney.

Dillon quickly stepped in to stop him. "Mr. Casper, you can't do this."

"She's my wife. I'm taking her home." His eyes were bloodshot, and he shoved Dillon aside to reach for the lifeless body on the table.

Dillon blocked him again. "Mr. Casper, she's gone. You can't take her."

But Casper acted as if he hadn't heard, still struggling to hold her. "I need to take her home. She broke her promise. I need to teach her a lesson."

"Mr. Casper..." Dillon's voice broke, his eyes welling up. "...we need to prepare for her funeral. You can't take her."

"Get out of my way." Casper's eyes shimmered with grief. "How could she be so heartless? Why did she take her own life?"

"Even if she hated me, she could've come after me. Why did she choose to end her own life? Dillon, tell me why. Was it to punish me?

He didn't understand why Eliza had ended her life so

many things to handle, like the

was hoarse, filled with endless despair and sorrow. His world turned to monochrome in that instant. Dillon couldn't persuade Casper

when she heard the news about Eliza. She didn't know how she managed

gurney, and took a couple of deep breaths. She didn't want to disturb Casper, and turned to Dillon. "How

was suicide," Dillon said

It was unexpected, yet not unexpected. After enduring so much inhumane treatment,

wiped them away and looked at Casper's red-rimmed eyes. Her voice was hoarse, "Now that she's gone, I wonder

before the incident, their relationship had actually improved quite a bit. Please don't blame

her life? "It was just an illusion," she said quietly and sadly. "She was

freed."