After I Disappeared, He Realized that He Loved Me

I never married, yet I followed Peter Griffin for ten years.

He finally secured his position as the head of the Griffin Family and that night, he sent me an exquisitely crafted blueberry cheese cake to celebrate.

After escaping danger, I lay in the hospital bed, disheartened. With indifference, I pulled out my phone and broke up with Peter, "Peter, let me go."

The call came quickly, but it was his young fiancée on the line, "Hillary, I'm sorry, I picked the wrong cake. I didn't know you were allergic to cheese. If you want to blame someone, blame me, but don't be mad at Peter."