His Destructive, Toxic Love

The secretary shook her head, whispering, "Dillon, Mr. Casper ordered the cake himself. Do you think it's for his girlfriend...?"

"His wife just passed away recently. Where would Mr. Casper get a girlfriend?" Dillon took the cake from the secretary, signaling her to stop spreading rumors. "I'll take the cake." "Oh. Okay."

Dillon carried the cake into the CEO's office.

The red velvet mousse cake swayed elegantly, looking like a bouquet of blooming red roses.

"Mr. Casper, your cake is here."

"Hmm."

Casper extinguished his cigarette, rose from his seat, and strolled over to the table. Picking up a knife, he sliced off a small piece, then gradually began to savor it.

Dillon had been with Casper for years. He knew exactly what Casper liked and disliked, and sweets were definitely on the dislike list, especially ones that seemed tailored for girls. Casper had never touched them before. What was up today....

"Mr. Casper, you..."

"Want a piece?" Casper looked up at Dillon. "If you do, cut it yourself."

Dillon was shocked. Just as Dillon was about to speak, Casper lifted his finger and said somberly, "It's fine, you can go."

"Yes, sir."

The spacious office was filled with the sweet aroma of the red velvet cake.

On Eliza's first birthday after their marriage, she had bought a cake just like this one. She carefully held a small piece of cake and handed it to him as if offering her sincere heart. "It's really good. Try it." Her voice was gentle, her beautiful eyes sparkling with hope.

Sadly, he didn't appreciate her gesture. With a swift move, he knocked the cake to the floor, cream and crumbs splattering everywhere.

His face was filled with annoyance and anger. "As my wife, you should know what I like. Don't bring me things I don't care for."

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Her eagerness to share her life with him vanished from that moment.

After that, he left to celebrate Nova's birthday.

Ever since that day, he never saw Eliza celebrate her birthday again at the Welton family home, nor did he see a red velvet cake again. How could he have been so heartless?

Casper chuckled bitterly, stuffing the cake into his mouth, bite after bite. After eating too much, he stumbled to the bathroom to vomit. When it was all bile, he slumped to the floor like a deflated balloon, his eyes vacant.

Dillon entered the bathroom and helped Casper up.

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"Mr. Casper, don't say that. Even though she's gone, life must go on. You're worrying Ms. Audrey and Ms. Caroline."

Dillon supported Casper out of the

bathroom. He made a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. "If you fall, Welton International might really end up with Zach. You know he's eagerly eyeing your position."

Casper chuckled softly.

He didn't care anymore. Zach could come and take the company if he wanted to.

Slowly, Casper closed his eyes. He wished he could just sleep now, never to wake up again, so he could see Eliza.

Dillon didn't know how to console Casper. He could only grab a blanket and gently cover Casper with it.

Some say the departure of a loved one is like a drizzle, persistently trickling in one's heart for a long time. This drizzle had been falling in Casper's heart for three years and still hadn't stopped.