His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Have you finished eating?" His voice was calm, but there was a faint hint of mockery in it.

Eliza pretended she didn't catch the undertone and just nodded.

"So, you came over to have a serious talk with me?" He turned away, his gaze no longer on her, and his voice grew colder.

Eliza took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and attempted to appear more composed. "I think Dillon was right. Even if we break up, we shouldn't leave things unresolved."

He chuckled softly. "So, do you want to start, or should I?"

Eliza couldn't tell if his laughter was mocking her words or if he was just being dismissive of her as a person.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked up to him and slowly sat down. "I'll start."

"Alright." He looked at her with an indifferent expression.

Eliza didn't dare meet his direct gaze and stayed silent for a while before finally speaking.

"Our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning. In this flawed marriage, I've endured a lot, to the point where I had to fake my own death to escape. If you want to talk about hatred, yes, I hated you enough to wish you were dead back then."

"But after we reunited, you saved me, and Brock, time and time again. In my heart, any grievances and hatred I had towards you have faded away."

"I admit, I thought about giving you another chance, but... don't you think something's missing between us? To be honest, I've always been afraid of you. When you're not smiling, I can't even look at you directly, let alone talk to you. You should know, love isn't supposed to be like this."

"As for Brock... I've come to realize that his personality isn't suited to being the heir of a business empire. You probably made that assessment a long time ago, which is why you never acknowledged him. I get it now."

"In summary, we just aren't right for each other-our personalities clash, and the feelings aren't there. I've received all your apologies, regrets, and guilt, and I'm willing to forgive you. But we... we should part ways amicably and wish each other happiness." She kept her head down, speaking softly.

This was the first time she had opened up to him so much.

He was smart. Even though her words were a bit disjointed, he understood her underlying message.

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He just watched her lowered eyelashes.

His dark eyes were filled with pain, sorrow, and helplessness.

She said she was afraid of him.

That marriage had left an unbridgeable gap in her heart.

It was his fault, and he knew it.

"Let me tell you something," Casper said, his fingers interlocked and resting on his crossed legs, appearing naturally relaxed but with a melancholy look. "When you were still unconscious, I took Brock to the old mansion."

"He had a lot of freedom there, always exploring wherever seemed fun. I found him in the room that Shaun used to live in, and he would stay there for hours."

"At first, I thought he had found some interesting toy in Shaun's room and quietly went in to check. I was surprised to see him engrossed in an anatomy book."

"He reminded me of Shaun when he was a kid, equally fascinated with biological dissection, though Brock seemed even more advanced."

"I asked him why he was reading

such a book and if he wasn't scared. He said he really liked it and could understand it. He even pointed out the functions of certain nerves and bones, which shocked me.

"I felt like I was seeing a future renowned surgeon in the making Maybe he won't achieve much in the business world, but can you really say he's just an ordinary person?"