I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 10

Chapter 2

After the house doctor patched her up, Fiona headed to Seth’s study. Time to print divorce papers.

She’d find a way to make him sign. Then she’d walk away from this life that was never truly hers.

The computer screen flickered on. Fiona froze, staring.

The wallpaper was a family photo.

Connor and Chloe’s first birthday. Back then, the chubby toddlers clung to her like koalas.

The photographer tried everything – toys, funny faces – but their big, round eyes stayed locked on her.

Adoration shining clear.

Seth stood beside them, one arm draped gently around her and the kids, a soft smile on his face.

The memory hit Fiona like a physical blow. That same gentle expression… when he’d convinced her to do IVF.

“I want it all with you, Fiona. A son, a daughter. But two pregnancies? Too hard on you. I couldn’t bear it. IVF… one step, perfect outcome.”

She’d believed him. When the test was positive, joy had flooded her – their children, a blend of her and Seth. She’d endured months of brutal morning sickness, the agonizing final stretch where her body felt like it would split.

When the babies came, they wanted only her. Two years without a full night’s sleep.

And still… her heart overflowed with love. Her own childhood was wreckage. She’d vowed to give her children everything she never had.

Connor and Chloe thrived on it. “Mommy’s the best!” “Love Mommy mostest!” were their mantras.

But when they turned three, Seth hired a French tutor.

Slowly, they changed.

They mocked her for “just” being a housewife, called her dumb. Though they’d always hug her afterward, whispering sorrys.

Fiona brushed it off. Kids say things. Until today. The shove down the stairs. The chilling words.

Her babies. The ones she’d loved more than life itself… despised her.

The happy photo, the warm memories… all just a cruel mirage.

Fiona printed the divorce papers with sharp, precise movements. As she went to shut down the computer, a notification blinked in the corner.

Seth had left a secondary account logged in.

One she never knew existed.

Her finger hovered, then clicked.

The account was a shrine to Eleanor Snow.

She was the French tutor. Online.

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I Was His Allergen She Was The Cure What If This Allergen Tumne Lethal2

Chapter 2

Seth had been subtly poisoning the twins: Eleanor is brilliant. Mommy is… simple.

The latest video: Seth had booked an entire luxury hotel. His closest friends were there. A lavish welcome for Eleanor.

Connor and Chloe clung to her.

“Aunt Eleanor! You’re prettier than on screen!”

“Yeah! Aunt Eleanor’s better than Mommy at everything! Love you!”

Seth didn’t stop them. His hand hovered near Eleanor’s waist… then settled there. Possessive. Decided.

Fiona watched, numb, self-destructive.

The perfect family picture. The one she’d never been part of. She was always the extra.

Seth brought the twins home late.

“Mommy, didn’t mean to push.”

“Me too! Accident! Don’t be mad, ‘kay?”

They looked up with practiced innocence, expecting her usual quick forgiveness.

Fiona just nodded, her face cold, empty. No smile.

The kids blinked, confused. Seth raised an eyebrow, reaching to touch her cheek.

“Does it still hurt?”

His fingers brushed her skin. Fiona recoiled, but not fast enough. The touch… the same hand that had held Eleanor’s waist… Nausea surged. She gagged, violently.

Seth’s face darkened instantly.

“Are you pregnant? Again?”

“We were careful. Too many ‘accidents,’ Fiona. Was this deliberate?”

His voice was sharp, accusing.

“I told you,” he snapped, grabbing her arm, pulling her towards the bathroom. “Another child means less for Connor and Chloe. They need everything.”

Fiona stumbled. Her leg, already bruised from the fall, slammed into a vase. It shattered. Shards sliced deep into her skin.

She gasped, pain radiating up her leg. He didn’t notice.

The physical pain was a tight net. But the deeper agony was in her heart.

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