His Destructive, Toxic Love

His muscular body pressed against hers, raw desire nearly driving him mad.

But Eliza suddenly pushed him away with surprising strength, panic flooding her eyes. "I... I can't do this."

Her voice trembled, carrying a fear she couldn't quite put into words.

Casper's gaze turned icy in an instant, his hand gripping her firmly. "Eliza, you're not on your period. Did you really think you could fool me?"

His actions were rough and unyielding, tearing at her clothes.

She knew if he really forced himself on her, she wouldn't stand a chance.

"Casper..." she finally spoke, her voice shaking with helplessness. "I..."

The truth lingered on her lips, ready to spill out, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Pain and anxiety filled her eyes.

"Casper, please, don't. Please don't do this, okay?"

"Why not? Eliza, who are you saving yourself for? You're my wife. Am I not allowed to touch you?"

Her repeated refusals infuriated him, leaving her no room to speak further.

His hand clamped around her wrist, pinning it above her head.

Their kiss was forceful, his dominance overwhelming.

In the end, he took her.

"Casper, you'll regret this. You can't..."

Her cries didn't stop him.

He was like a man starved, aggressive, domineering, conquering her.

It was unclear how long it went on.

Finally, he was satisfied and let her go.

Eliza held her stomach, praying the fragile little fetus inside her was okay.

But her stomach hurt so much...

She curled up, trying to ease the pain, but...

She could feel something slipping away from her body, bit by bit...

No, she didn't want to lose the little fetus.

Struggling to get off the bed, she fell, crawling to the bathroom door,. hoping Casper would take her to the hospital.

"Cas..."

He came out when he heard the noise, stunned to see the pool of blood beneath Eliza.

"Is it your period?"

Eliza collapsed on the floor, bursting into tears.

Her cries were heart-wrenching, filled with despair.

"Stop crying. Does your stomach hurt? You're an adult. Let me make you some ginger tea." He bent down to hold her, and her crying

intensified. "Casper, you're a

wheel.ne

murderer. You killed him, you killed him..."

Casper was utterly confused as if lost in a fog.

"Stop crying, then. I'll take you to the hospital."

He forcibly lifted her and rushed to the hospital.

"Sir, your wife has had a miscarriage and needs a D&C surgery. Please sign here."

The doctor emerged from the emergency room, holding a form.

Casper thought he'd heard wrong, his brow furrowed, his voice

What did you s

you

happened to her?" Conte to her?" Cot

"She had a miscarriage. Your wife was pregnant, didn't you know?"

The doctor's words hit Casper like a thunderbolt, shattering his heart.

He felt the world collapsing around him, enveloped in darkness. Pregnant?

No wonder she kept refusing him, saying she couldn't.

So, she... was pregnant.

He struggled to breathe, his heart wrenching as if stabbed by countless knives.

After a long moment, he managed to sign his name with a trembling hand.

He sat outside the emergency room, trying to calm down.

Was the baby his?

If it was, why didn't she tell him when he wanted her?

Why?

Why would she rather risk the baby than tell him about the pregnancy? Why?