I'm the Only Man She's Allergic To

My wife, Jenna Cruise, is allergic to men's bodily fluids. Even the slightest skin contact makes her break out in red, swollen patches immediately. We have been married for three years, but we've never been intimate. We even use IVF to have a baby. While I'm with Jenna at her prenatal appointment, a violent patient starts a fight at the hospital, and I get stabbed multiple times just to protect her. I almost lose my life, but the thought of her and our unborn baby is what keeps me going. On the day I'm discharged from the hospital, I receive a video. It shows Jenna making love to another man, doing all sorts of things in bed. Her skin looks flawless. Aside from the love bite the man leaves on her chest, there isn't a single red welt on her body. I look up and see Jenna peeling an apple for me. She's wearing a mask, and her dress is buttoned all the way to the top. She's wearing gloves too, completely covering herself up. The timestamp shows that the video was taken just yesterday. I reach for the buttons on her dress, my hands trembling, but she immediately shoves my hand away. "Don't touch me! Stay away from me!" The look in her eyes makes me feel like I'm something disgusting. I also finally realize that she's not allergic to men's bodily fluids. She's just allergic to me. As Jenna heads to the bathroom to change, I call the number I've had blocked for the past five years. The person on the other end answers almost immediately. "Give me your location. I'll be right there," I say. Chapter 1 My wife, Jenna Cruise, stepped out of the bathroom after changing. She tossed the designer dress I had just touched into the trash can. I tried to stop her. "I gave you that for your birthday. You've only worn it once." Jenna said coolly, "But you just touched the dress. No matter how many times I wash it, it'll still smell like you. I don't want it anymore." She noticed how upset I was, so she softened her tone. "Tristan, you know I can't have physical contact with any man. You're injured, so you need to rest. Don't get yourself all worked up." As if trying to comfort me, she put on another pair of plush gloves over her medical-grade ones and gently rested her hand on my head. She patted the back of my hand, as if she were doing me a favor. But what she did pushed me over the edge. I yanked my hand away from her, bile rising in my throat. "Jenna, am I really that disgusting to you?" Jenna froze, then her brows furrowed slightly. "Tristan, I know I'm the reason you got injured, but you have to understand that I'm bending my own rules just to have your baby. Could you stop making a big deal out of this?" Jenna was the CEO of a publicly listed company, so she was always swamped with work. Even when I was about to undergo surgery yesterday, she showed up late, claiming that she had a meeting. But after watching the video, I finally understood that she hadn't been busy with work—she was sleeping with another guy. And she was carrying our baby too. How could she do that to me? I sneered. "Jenna, where were you while I was in surgery yesterday?" A flicker of guilt crossed her face. Just as she was about to explain herself, a clear, youthful voice rang out from the door. It was Jenna's childhood friend of more than ten years, Finn Jebb. "Jenna, how's Tristan doing?" Finn opened the door and stepped into the room, carrying two large fruit baskets. He looked well put-together in his hoodie and sneakers. He went straight to Jenna and instinctively pressed his slightly sweaty palm against her forehead. "Look at you. Why are you pushing yourself so hard? Don't wear yourself out! Even if you won't look out for yourself, at least think about the baby!" Jenna didn't pull away. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, as if welcoming his gesture. Her forehead remained perfectly smooth, without a single red mark in sight. My eyes widened as the video I had watched earlier flashed through my mind. Was Jenna not allergic to other men? Or was it just me? Or was Finn the man in the video? Seeing me frozen, Finn flashed me a smile. "Tristan, don't hold it against Jenna. I hurt my hand yesterday and couldn't drive at all, so she had to take me to the hospital. "That's why she was late yesterday. I know you were in surgery yesterday too, so here I am to make it up to you. You're not upset with me, right?" Finn held out his palm, wrapped in thick layers of gauze. I could see a faint smear of blood on it. Those were the same hands I had seen all over Jenna in the video, doing all sorts of things in bed. He had injured his hand yesterday too. The two of them were so caught up in the throes of passion that he had accidentally hit his hand against the edge of the bed. Chapter 2 Jenna walked over and stood next to my bed, looking slightly panicked. "Tristan, I was really tied up with work yesterday, and taking Finn to the hospital was pretty unexpected. Don't overthink things. "Besides, it was just a minor surgery. Even the doctors said your life is no longer in danger. You're a man. You should've been able to handle it yourself. "Stop making a fuss. Once work slows down a little, I'll take maternity leave and keep you company." Finn picked an apple from the fruit basket, peeled it, and cut it in half. He instinctively held out half the apple to Jenna, and she took it from his hand with her mouth, as if she had done this a hundred times. Her lips brushed the back of his hand, and his eyes narrowed as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Finn turned to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, bringing the other half of the apple to my lips. "Oh, Tristan. Jenna and I have been best friends for years. I'll keep an eye on her for you, so there's no way she'd ever cheat on you. Don't be so paranoid! Why are you even grilling her?" His overpowering cologne made me gag. I instinctively frowned and shoved his hand away. I began throwing up from the effects of my medication. The apple juice got into his wound. Hissing in pain, he let go of the apple, sending it rolling to the floor. I threw up until the world started spinning. By the time I was feeling a little better, I saw her anxiously wiping his hand. "How could you let that get into your wound? You should get the doctor to dress your wound again. What if it gets infected?" He casually shook her off. "It's just a little wound. I'm a man. It'd be embarrassing for me to fuss over something like that." As he spoke, his eyes drifted toward me for a moment, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. I was rooted to the spot. "Jenna, didn't you say you're allergic to all men? How come you can touch him?" Jenna frantically let go of Finn's hand and tried to explain herself. "Maybe it's because we've been friends since we were kids, so I never really saw him as a guy. Perhaps I've somehow tricked my brain into seeing him as a woman. That's why I'm not allergic to him." Was that so? She saw him as a woman? Was that why she had no problem sleeping with him at a hotel while I lay in the hospital after being stabbed? Was that why she didn't fuss over me, but worried herself sick over the wound on his hand? We had been married for three years. I thought our lives would finally get better once we had our first baby. I didn't expect things would turn out this way. I pulled out my phone and texted my lawyer. "Draw up the divorce papers for me." Meanwhile, Finn glanced at his wound and grimaced. "I need to go to the washroom. I think you should stay here and cheer Tristan up." Jenna scowled and grabbed his wrist. "And are you going to change your bandage yourself again? "Haven't you learned your lesson? You still have a scar from last time! Wait here. I'll get a doctor to change your dressing." With that, Jenna rose on her tiptoes, put her hands on Finn's shoulder, and shoved him onto the couch. Then she hurried out to fetch a doctor. Finn lounged on the couch. He reached for the magazine she had been going through earlier and flipped through it. He shrugged when he saw me looking at him. "My bad. I didn't know she was allergic to other men. But relax. We've been fine all these years. She doesn't get a reaction from the things I've touched. "But you two have been married for three years. Are you saying she won't let you touch a single thing? Oh, you poor thing." He clicked his tongue. Finn raised an eyebrow and held up the magazine. "Oh, right. Her male secretary delivered this magazine to her earlier, and she didn't have an allergic reaction. "She's always shaking hands with those big shots at the office too. Could you be the only one she's allergic to? "She's gone too far! From the way she's acting, people might think you were disgusting or something. "I'm going to speak to her about this. How could she do this to her own husband? Every man has his own pride…" My mind was buzzing, and I couldn't hear a single thing he said after that. My heart twisted in agony. I tried not to dwell on the past, but the memories kept flooding back, threatening to swallow me whole. Chapter 3 Was I the only one Jenna treated this way? Had she always found me disgusting? By the time Jenna returned, the lawyer had already brought the divorce papers to the hospital room. I uncapped the pen myself and handed it to Jenna. "Sign this." She instinctively reached for the pen, but as soon as she saw it in my hand, she pulled back, something flickering in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she feigned nonchalance and asked, "What's that contract all about?" I answered casually, "Just a minor contract." Jenna nodded in understanding. "Is that the contract you secured with York Group? Just leave it there. I'll sign it later." I fixed my gaze on Jenna. "I want you to sign it now. Why won't you sign it? Is it because I touched the pen?" She sighed. "Tristan, don't overthink things. I see you as a man, and that's why I get an allergic reaction when I touch you. It means I love you. Don't get jealous over everything." With that, she refused to look at me anymore. She sat exactly where Finn had been sitting and tipped her chin toward him. "Finn, you're my personal assistant. Sign that contract for me. Tristan was the one who landed the deal, and I trust him. Just sign it." Finn flashed her a pearly-white smile. "As you wish, Ms. Cruise." With that, he took the contract from me, turned to the last page, and forged her signature. As he signed the papers on her behalf, he seemed to realize they were divorce papers. He shot me a meaningful look, but said nothing. "Jenna, I've signed the contract. I'll put it into your bag." Jenna nodded lazily and finally put her phone down. "Tristan, don't be upset. I just booked us dinner at a rooftop restaurant. Let me treat you tonight." I couldn't believe what I just heard, and I let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Jenna, have you forgotten I just had surgery? Have you forgotten that I've been in the ICU for a few days? And now you want me to leave the hospital for dinner?" My words clearly embarrassed her, making her turn pale. Finally, her expression darkened. "Can you stop being so dramatic? Did I ask you to take a knife for me? Did I ask you to go through IVF? If you hadn't insisted on having a baby, we wouldn't have come to the hospital in the first place. "You wouldn't have gotten stabbed. You had it coming, so why are you blaming me? I'm pregnant now. Not only do I have to go to work, but I have to find the time to comfort you too. What else do you want from me?" With that, she got up and put on her coat. "I thought we could celebrate together after closing the deal with York Group. Since you're not up for it, I'll take Finn out to celebrate with our colleagues over dinner. You should get some rest." At those words, he immediately draped his arm over her shoulders, clearly delighted. "Sounds great, Jenna! It's been a while since we had dinner with the others. Let's get drunk tonight!" As I stared at them, a wave of dizziness suddenly hit me, and I started throwing up violently. Startled, I stared at the table. Sure enough, someone had tampered with the water. "What did you put in my water? Don't you know I'm allergic to penicillin? Finn, were you behind this?" My vision blurred, and the room began to spin. I tried to reach for Jenna's sleeve. "Jenna, I'm having an allergic reaction. Get me a doctor!" I didn't expect Jenna to look so horrified. She backed away as if I were contagious and shoved me to the floor. "I told you not to touch me! I'll get an allergic reaction! I could die!" She instantly ripped her coat off. The part of her arm I had just touched was already red and swollen. My back slammed hard against the corner of the wall, and my vision went black for a moment. By the time I opened my eyes again, the wounds on my back and abdomen had split open. Blood was pooling on the floor. I grabbed her arm in a panic and begged her. "Save me, Jenna. Call a doctor…" Jenna saw the spot on the arm I had just touched begin to swell visibly, along with my blood and bodily fluids on her skin. She instantly lost it and shoved me aside, dry heaving as she tore off her shirt and dumped it on the floor. She dashed into the bathroom, wearing nothing but her bra. Chapter 4 "That's disgusting!" Jenna exclaimed, gagging between words. Just before she shut the door, I clearly saw the love bite on her chest. The moment Finn saw Jenna dash into the bathroom and start showering without a second thought, a smirk tugged at his lips, revealing his true colors. "Tristan, I thought Jenna was in love with you. I didn't know you disgust her that much. She can't even let you touch her! "I was worried she'd fallen for you. I guess I didn't have to worry after all. She was only interested in the connections you could offer her. "Oh, you poor thing. You've loved her for ages, and she treats you like you're nothing. She can't even bear touching you." My vision started to blur, and the searing pain made it hard for me to breathe. I had no choice but to beg Finn. "I'm begging you. Please get the doctor here. I'm allergic to the medication, and now my wounds have reopened too. This could kill me! "Can't you do this for Jenna's baby? The baby can't grow up without a dad!" "Don't bother asking me. I hope your kid grows up without a dad!" Finn snorted, as if something just came to mind. He covered his mouth in shock. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jenna was afraid I'd get jealous, so she didn't use your sperm for the IVF. "The fact is, she didn't even go through with the procedure at all. She got pregnant after we slept together. She was afraid you'd find out the truth, so she pretended to agree to the IVF procedure." My eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?" Finn folded his arms and sneered. "Since you don't have much longer to live, I don't mind telling you what really happened. You're such a fool. Jenna really had you fooled all this time, and you didn't even realize it." He sat down and opened a game on his phone, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Since you decided to file for a divorce, I'll let you live. Go press the emergency button yourself." I gritted my teeth against the pain, using the last of my strength to crawl toward the emergency button and pressing it. Finn burst into laughter as he filmed me dragging myself to the emergency button. He then sent the video to me. "Oh, Tristan. Why are you so weak? This is hilarious. I just sent you a video. You can watch it yourself. You're welcome." I glanced at my phone lying beside me. I had just received a video from an unknown number, and the number on the screen was the same one that sent me a video of Jenna in bed with another man yesterday. All I could see was red. I wanted to say more, but I was already completely drained. My vision went black. Just before I passed out, I heard the nurse hurry into the room. "Oh no! He's bleeding heavily! He needs surgery right away! Where's his family? I need them to sign the consent form now!" Finn pretended to panic. "But his wife's still in the shower!" The nurse banged impatiently on the bathroom door. "Your husband needs surgery! Get out here and sign the consent form now! How could you be taking a shower at a time like this?" Jenna yelled furiously, "Get lost! I'm allergic to men, yet he insisted on grabbing me, and now I have disgusting fluid all over me. I'm swollen all over! I can't come out now! "If you need someone to sign the papers, get Finn to sign on my behalf! It's just a minor injury, right? Tristan's not going to die. Stop bothering me!" The nurse was exasperated. "Do you really think this is some kind of joke? You can't get someone else to sign for you! "Only a family member can sign the consent form! Get out here now!" There was no response. All we heard was the shower running. My consciousness began to fade. At some point, I even thought I could see my unborn baby. They toddled toward me, and a sinister grin suddenly spread across their face. "You're not my father! Die!" As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I heard someone burst into the room, speaking frantically. "I'll sign that form. I'm his fiancée. I'll take full responsibility for him. Please do whatever you can to save my fiancé. I don't want him suffering any permanent damage!"