His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 252

“A mistress?”

Before Mikey's incident, he had a decent gig, nothing too fancy but respectable enough. How could he even think of having a mistress? If he wasn't greedy, how could he afford one?

“He faked his death to live it up with his mistress?”

Dillon nodded. “Pretty much. When we found him, he was celebrating his wife’s birthday, looking all happy and content.”

Casper's eyes narrowed. He stood up. “Alright, let’s go meet my dear father-in-law.”

“Yes, sir.”

The room was like a fortress, heavily guarded. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

Casper saw Mikey and was stunned. He hadn’t aged a day; in fact, he looked even younger. His clothes were immaculate, his complexion rosy, and he had that smug, self-satisfied look.

“Looks like you've been living the good life these past few years.”

“Casper, why drag me here? I’m your father-in-law,” Mikey snapped, looking annoyed. “Couldn’t we have talked in Crescent Creek? Do you have any idea how worried my family is?”

“Mikey, I thought you were dead?” Casper raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “How... did you come back to life? And who exactly is your family?”

“I...” He grumbled, avoiding the question. “...just tell me, what do you want?”

“Who gave you the idea for this disappearing act? And who helped you sneak out of Falconridge to start fresh in Crescent Creek?”

“I don’t owe you any explanations.” He turned away.

“Don’t you want to know what your wife, your daughter, and even your son went through during the five years you were gone?”

Mikey was clearly feeling guilty and remained silent, avoiding eye contact.