His Destructive, Toxic Love

Nova or Susan, it just doesn't matter.

An ex who shared an intimate past with him can overshadow any current flame in a heartbeat. Eliza felt a storm brewing in her mind.

For men, a fleeting desire might just be a passing thrill, a game. But when the heart gets involved, it's a different ballgame-it's the kind of regret that haunts your dreams and occupies your thoughts day and night.

If she had known about this chapter of his life, why did she even bother starting something with him? Why does it seem like everyone else's relationships and marriages are smooth sailing, while hers are a never-ending roller coaster?

Eliza couldn't muster the energy for anything that day.

After wrapping up at the jewelry company, she headed home and collapsed onto her bed, staring blankly

at the clock as the hours ticked by from morning till night.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at it and saw it was Brock's preschool calling.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Brock, Brock has a nosebleed that won't stop. Could you please come to the school?" the teacher's voice was filled with worry.

Eliza shot up from the bed, "A nosebleed? What happened?"

"We're not sure, but he's not looking good. Please come quickly."

"I'm on my way."

The urgency in the teacher's voice gripped Eliza's heart.

She quickly tried calling Casper, but after multiple tries, there was no answer.

Deciding not to waste any more time, she raced to the preschool.

The teacher, holding Brock at the entrance, rushed over as soon as Eliza parked, "Mrs. Brock, Brock's

really unwell, you need to get him to the hospital now."

"What happened?" Eliza couldn't wrap her head around how her healthy child could suddenly be like this, "Did he get hurt?"

"No injuries, just a sudden nosebleed. Please, just head to the hospital."

The teacher and school couldn't shoulder this responsibility.

So, they handed Brock over to Eliza.

With Brock nearly unconscious beside her, she sped to the hospital.

"Brock, what's up? Don't scare mommy like this."

"Brock, stay awake, okay? Mommy's almost there."

"Brock..."

Her car practically flew down the road, her heart pounding like a drum.

She lost count of the red lights she ran.

Like a whirlwind, she arrived at the hospital, carrying Brock into the emergency room.

"Doctor, please help my child, hurry..."

A nurse swiftly took Brock from Eliza, rushing him into the ER, "What's happening with him?"

"He's got a nosebleed that won't

stop, and he's pale. Is he going.

shockbe

Please, help my child

begging you..."

Eliza stumbled as she followed the nurse, but was stopped at the ER

door, "You need to wait outsidet

"Please, save him."

Eliza was on the brink of collapsing in desperation.

Her hair was disheveled, and her mind was a blur.

Brock's blood covered her hands and clothes, and she felt utterly helpless.

She had never been so terrified.

Every second waiting outside felt like torture.

She imagined all sorts of illnesses and, despite her denial, searched for information on persistent

ids.

Minutes crawled by,

The ER light finally dimmed.

The door swung open, and Brock was wheeled out.

Eliza rushed over, "Brock, how are you feeling?"

The little guy looked much better and, with surprising maturity, reassured Eliza, "Mom, I'm okay."

"Okay."

After making sure Brock was settled,

She dashed to the doctor's office, eager to find out what was wrong with him.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my son? Is it serious?"