His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 571

Eliza shook her head, her eyes a whirl of disbelief and sympathy. How did it come to this? What kind of pain had he endured to end up in such a state? She noticed a shift in her gaze, something deeper than simple disgust a mix of empathy and confusion about his struggles. Casper gave a wry smile, as if he'd seen this coming from a mile away. "Go back, Eliza. Don't come here again." He refastened his shirt, trying to keep up a calm front, though his fingers trembled against each button. Imagining it was one thing; facing it head-on was another beast entirely. Confronting old wounds made the pain sharper, more real. Pretending to be calm and pushing down his own hurt was all he could manage.

"Casper," Eliza said, her voice catching with emotion, "Did you deceive me because you were hurting?" Casper stayed silent, as if his throat was bound tight. How could he possibly explain?

In the quiet, Eliza stepped back to him, her gaze searching his eyes. She wasn't impressed with his self-sacrificing act. "You lied about being dead, snuck into the award ceremony, got my phone back, threw a party for me, and followed me everywhere even to the hospital for the birth. Casper, if you were letting go, why do all of that?"

"Am I to understand you told everyone else you're alive everyone but me?"

Her heart was breaking. He'd deceived her and her alone. Why? He knew she was carrying his child; how could he leave her to face it alone? Raising her hand, Eliza slapped him hard. That slap held all her anger at his deceit, her own hurt, and was a reprimand for his misguided choice. The slap knocked his silver mask askew.

If she

Eliza reached to

lay behind the mask, and honestly, she didn't care. What mattered was that he was

afraid, so why

please. You'll regret

not the Casper I used to be." He covered his face, pain etched in every word. He didn't want his

to budge. Eliza's frustration bubbled over, "Are you going to

him, blocking his path "Casper, are you even a man if you can't face these scars? How are you

unwilling