She Mistook Another Man for Me and Broke My Heart

Everyone knew my wife, Isla Monroe, was born allergic to men, even to me. On our wedding day, when I nervously leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips, she kicked me off the bed.

Her face went pale, and she started throwing up nonstop. That same night, she moved into the study.

We had been married for five years, yet we had never shared a bed. I was treated like something contagious.

Whenever we went out, I had to stay at least two meters away from her. Even at home, I wore raincoats and gloves, afraid that touching her might cause harm.