His Destructive, Toxic Love

Bloodstains quickly blossomed, forming numerous spots that were quite a shocking sight. He didn't seem to care at all, yanking her inside.

"If you don't behave, you will have more than these minor injuries," he growled.

After dragging Eliza into the house, he handed her over to Marian. "Take care of her arm," he ordered.

Marian hurried to grab the first-aid kit. She opened a bottle of antiseptic and started disinfecting the wound. Eliza's delicate skin turned a darkened red as the antiseptic touched the bloodstains. "Ma'am, I'll be gentle," Marian said softly.

Eliza was used to enduring pain, but she wasn't used to others being kind to her. "I can handle it myself, Marian," she murmured.

"Please stay still. It'll be over soon," Marian insisted.

After applying the medicine, Marian found some gauze and gently wrapped it around Eliza's arm.

"Why are you here again?" Nova's sharp voice cut through the air.

When Casper wasn't around, Nova didn't bother pretending to be nice. Eliza glanced at her nonchalantly. "I believe this is my house."

Nova, leaning on her cane, limped over to Eliza. In a voice only they could hear, she hissed through gritted teeth, "Eliza, you're just a bitch who hooks up with men."

Eliza wasn't surprised by Nova's ugly facade; she'd seen it before. She guessed Nova was mad because Casper had pinned her against the door that day, their movements too provocative for Nova to handle. Unable to resist taunting, Eliza said, "Must be hard for you when Casper doesn't touch you, huh?"

"You..." Nova's emotions spiraled out of control, and she was about to explode when footsteps echoed on the stairs. She immediately switched tactics, retreating with a limp and shouting, "Eliza, stop! I haven't done anything with Casper. Please, I'm scared..."

As expected, she tripped and fell, hitting her head on the corner of a table, blood streaming down her face.

Hearing the commotion, Casper rushed down the stairs and caught Nova as she fell. Weakly clutching his arm, Nova said, "Casper, Eliza didn't mean to do this. Please don't blame her." "Marian, call an ambulance!" Casper yelled.

Marian, trembling, fumbled with the phone. When the ambulance arrived, Nova was lifted inside. She clung to Casper's hand tightly. "Casper, I'm scared. Can you come with me?"

"It's okay. Marian will go with you," Casper reassured her. With just a look, Marian nervously grabbed her bag and followed Nova into the ambulance.

After the drama subsided, Eliza prepared to leave.

Casper, fuming, grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. "Eliza, how dare you hurt Nova right under my nose? You're asking for it."

This kind of unwarranted disaster was all too familiar to her. In their two-year marriage, she'd endured it many times. No matter how poorly Nova performed, Casper always took it out on Eliza. Eliza laughed bitterly. "Casper, if you hate me so much, why don't you divorce me?"

He was successfully provoked. He picked her up from the floor and threw her onto the sofa. "Divorce you so you can go marry that bastard?"

"I've told you, there's nothing between Zach and me," she struggled to push him away. "Casper, if you're just trying to find some moral justification for your cheating, I'm telling you, it's unnecessary."

"Feeling bold now that you've got a backer, aren't you?" He raised his hand and grabbed her blouse. With a gentle tug, the buttons scattered all over the floor. Feeling exposed and embarrassed, Eliza quickly covered herself. "You... bastard."

Just then, Casper's phone rang. He let go of Eliza, picked up the phone, and answered, "Hello?"