Married to a Man Who Couldn’t Bear My Touch

“But Max, you clearly knew I couldn’t swim. Weren’t you afraid I would die?” In the end, I couldn’t hold it back and asked anyway.

“I calculated it. The rescue team at the base would arrive within ten minutes. You might suffer a little, but you wouldn’t die.”

“Lila Chase, I’ve already told you about my condition. You were the one who insisted on marrying me, so what are you complaining about now?”

His eyes showed nothing but impatience, as if everything had always been my fault. But he wasn’t wrong; I had chosen this path myself.

Max glanced at his watch and stood up. “All right, the doctor said you can be discharged. Let the driver take you home. I have work to do.”

A few minutes later, the sound of high heels and a girl’s surprised cry came from downstairs.

I got out of bed and walked to the window on the second floor. The sign language interpreter from that day stood there in a trench coat, her pale ankles showing beneath it.

It looked like she had twisted her ankle, but she only stuck out her tongue playfully. Max said something softly, then bent down and gently rubbed her ankle.

So, this so-called allergy only appeared when the woman wasn’t the one he loved. It felt like something heavy crushed my chest, leaving me breathless from the pain.

I quietly called my lawyer. “Help me prepare a divorce agreement. Yes, I want a divorce.”

When I returned home, I received a message from Max. “Because of your behavior, you upset the client. I’ll be hosting a banquet. Make sure you apologize properly.”

But what was my mistake? Was it that I shouldn’t have tried to save him and should’ve just let him fall off the cliff? Or was it that ridiculous ‘allergy to women’?

Still, I agreed.

On the day of the banquet, Max and I arrived almost at the same time. Standing beside him was that girl, Paige Vargas.

Their outfits, his tie and her gown, were all royal blue, designed by the same fashion house. It was part of a couple’s collection released to celebrate the designer’s tenth wedding anniversary with her husband.

Between Max and me, though we were only a few meters apart, it felt as if we were worlds away. The glances around us made him hesitate for a moment before he finally walked toward me.

I turned away and went straight to the client, handing her the gift I had prepared. The client was a kind woman. Although she couldn’t speak, she still expressed her concern through sign language.

“Mrs. Kennedy, you don’t need to be so polite. I heard about your loss. Are you all right?”

Paige immediately stepped forward, ready to interpret, but I lifted my hand slightly to stop her.

I raised my glass and gave the client a polite smile. “Thank you for your concern. And thank you for reaching out to help me when my husband, afraid of his allergy, chose not to.”

“But I think that child probably didn’t want to come into this world either. After all, his father saw his mother as something contagious, something to avoid. Being born into such a family would never bring happiness.”

“So, I’ve decided to divorce Max. I don’t want to burden him any longer.”

Then, I turned to Paige, making sure my words were loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

“Miss Vargas, even though my husband comforted you that day, I heard you were quite frightened.”

“So I won’t trouble you today. I’ll take care of this myself. Please, enjoy your dinner.”

The room quickly filled with murmurs and whispers.

“What does that mean? Mrs. Kennedy fell off a cliff and lost her baby because Max was too busy holding another woman. Isn’t he supposed to be allergic to women?”

“His wife was the one falling, and that girl was completely fine. What was there to be afraid of? Why did she need another woman’s husband to hold her? What’s her relationship with Max?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Their outfits match; his tie and her gown are from a couple’s collection. She’s clearly the mistress!”