His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 183

Chelsea shot Casper a fierce glance before sliding into her car and slamming the door shut. David didn't bother to greet Casper. He just drove off quickly. Aaron wanted to say something to Casper but thought better of it, fearing it would be too much for him on this particular day. He decided against it and headed back to his car.

The cemetery was wrapped in a desolate quietness. Casper finished his cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and snuffed it out with his foot. The heap of cigarette butts scattered around him hinted at his inner turmoil.

Taking deliberate steps, he entered the cemetery. Eliza was kneeling in front of a tombstone, crying so hard that her shoulders trembled with the weight of her sorrow. For reasons he couldn't quite grasp, a pang of sympathy hit him.

“People can't come back to life, Eliza. Crying yourself sick won't change a thing,” he said, trying to comfort her.

At the sound of his voice, Eliza's body jerked violently. She wiped the tears from her face, struggled to her feet, and turned around to slap him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side from the force.

He adjusted his jaw, glaring at her with a menacing look. “Eliza, today is your mom's funeral. Don't push me to lose my temper.”

“What right do you have to be here?” she screamed, her delicate face streaked with tears. “Casper, stop pretending. As long as the killer isn't caught, I believe you're the murderer. You don't deserve to be here.”

“Who does, then? Aaron? David? Or that bastard?” he shot back.

He was her lawful husband. What did those other men mean to her?

“Anyone but you,” she retorted, her eyes blazing with tears.

His breath came out in angry huffs, but he hadn't yet lost control. “Fine, I'm the worst. But after today, you'll see if I belong here.”