His Destructive, Toxic Love

Graceful, striking, yet understated.

A long, wide bookshelf had found its place in the room.

His desk was immaculate.

Apart from a laptop, a sleek ashtray, and a pure gold pen, there wasn't a thing out of place.

The only thing out of sync was a faint trace of women's perfume lingering in the spacious room, likely a remnant of Summer's presence.

Eliza, hands clasped behind her back, wandered around the new office, her curiosity piqued.noveldrama

On the wall, there was a hidden door.

With a gentle push, she swung it open to reveal a lounge.

This lounge was more than twice the size of the last one.

The bed was large and inviting. Just as she was about to test its comfort, something red caught her eye in

the drawer gap.

What was that?

Her curiosity got the better of her.

Pulling open the drawer, she saw it all too clearly, and the sight made her eyes widen in disbelief. Condoms!

What were they doing in his drawer?

This was her first visit to his new office.

Even if she'd been here a hundred times, she and Casper had never needed to use those.

Could it be...

He used them with someone else?

Eliza shot up from the bed as if shocked, yanking open all the drawers. Inside was a box of condoms, a few scattered about.

A thought crossed her mind.

She opened the trash can with a lid.

Her heart dropped as she forced a smile, spotting a used condom inside, with its contents...

She felt the strength drain from her, collapsing onto the large bed.

Her mind played out scenes of Casper with another woman on this bed.

Her mother-in-law had been wise.

She knew men weren't reliable, so she gave Eliza the jewelry company for security.

But...

How could Casper do this to her?

Being the perfect husband and father at home, while sleeping with other women at the office. She knew he had high demands and strong desires. Was that his excuse for cheating?

Eliza glanced at the bed and felt a wave of nausea.

The office door swung open.

Footsteps approached.

Followed by Summer's voice.

"Mr. Casper, a relative of yours was just here looking for you."

Summer, striding in her high heels

with a mix of professional poiset

quickly scanned the room, her gaze landing on the lounge door slightly ajar.

Seeing it open, she picked up her pace, "What are you doing in Mr. Casper's lounge? This area's off-limits to outsiders, please leave."

Summer's tone was laced with disdain for Eliza's audacity.

Eliza ignored Summer's rude and entitled attitude.

With a smirk, she clutched the red-wrapped condom, yelling, "Casper, get over here!"

The man, about to dive into work, was jolted by the sudden, familiar urgency in her voice.

He instinctively stood, his legs carrying him to the lounge without a thought.

"Elle, what are you doing here?"

Surprise flickered across his face, his expression softening as he noticed her tear-rimmed eyes. Summer stood silent: ...Who is Elle?

Eliza's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and with a swift motion, she flung the red condom at Casper's face.

"Explain this to me. Why is this in your lounge? Why is there a used one in your trash? Who have you been using these with? Casper, you better have an explanation

Her voice shook, each word forced through gritted teeth.

Casper looked bewildered.

Condoms?

What condoms?

"Hey, seriously, you can't just rummage through Mr. Casper's stuff like that!" Summer scolded, her voice full of reproach and irritation.