His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 15

Casper leaned casually against his car. The streetlight above cast a soft glow on his hair and shoulders, highlighting his chiseled profile against the clear night sky. He had striking looks that even made other men do a double-take.

As he looked up and saw her approaching, his eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed her using a crutch. Perhaps in his mind, she was just clumsily mimicking Nova.

"Aaron must be heartbroken seeing you like this," he scoffed.

Aaron? So, they talked. That explained why he was here.

"Weren't we supposed to discuss Robin?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He strode towards her, his cold eyes reflecting the chill of the night as he thrust the divorce papers at her. "Take these back, and then we can talk."

"Still can't let me go?" Eliza looked up at him. His tall frame blocked most of the light, making it hard for her to see his face clearly. "I'm not asking for a penny. Isn't leaving with nothing enough? Or do you not want to give Nova a proper status?"

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Seems like I haven't given Nova a status yet, but you've already given Aaron one."

His words cut deep. Despite their two years of marriage, she had always been loyal, but accusations still flew her way.

Anger flared in her eyes. "When have you ever seen anything happen between me and Aaron? Do you think everyone's like you, chasing after every desire?"

"Are you saying nothing is going on?" His grip on her face tightened, distorting her features slightly. He leaned in closer, grabbing her waist. "Would he defend you without getting any benefits?"

Aaron had probably said some kind words about her, which must have pissed Casper off. Now, Casper was taking it out on her.

He crouched beside her, gently brushing aside her disheveled hair. "Silent in bed and still silent in pain?"

Despair washed over her. She felt utterly defeated, as she got to her feet with effort, using her crutch for support. She tidied her hair and forced her voice to remain calm. "Mr. Casper, it seems you're not here to discuss Robin."

"Whether we talk about him or not depends on your attitude," he said, his long fingers trailing down her cheek. "And clearly, you're not showing the right attitude tonight."

Eliza turned her face away, suppressing the urge to scream. It was late, and she didn't want to disturb the neighbors.

It was clear now that Casper had no intention of discussing Robin.