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?"

me, she could've come after me. Why did she choose to end her own life? Dillon, tell me why. Was

life so easily. Maybe a bout of

there are still many things to handle, like the engagement

don't want those contracts. I don't want anything. Nothing..." Casper's voice was hoarse, filled with endless despair and sorrow. His world turned

Eliza. She didn't know how she managed to get to the hospital;

breaths. She didn't want to disturb Casper,

was

tightly. A suffocating pain swept through her body. Suicide? It was unexpected, yet not unexpected. After enduring so much

at Casper's red-rimmed eyes. Her voice was hoarse, "Now

actually improved quite a

to end her life? "It

freed."