I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 28

Chapter 20

Fiona’s heart gave a small, unexpected leap.

She’d sensed his quiet admiration during her time with him.

He was handsome, vibrant, unburdened by past entanglements.

She admired him too, felt a flicker of possibility – hence her willingness to play along with his ruse.

But the scars of betrayal ran deep. That flicker wasn’t enough to risk her newfound peace.

Freedom tasted too sweet.

“You’re wonderful, Sebastian, but I-”

“Whoa! Stop right there!”

Sebastian held up his hands, mock-horrified, though genuine disappointment flickered beneath. “No ‘good guy’ cards! Please.”

His expression softened into understanding.

“Fiona, I know what you’ve been through. I get it. Friends. Just friends is perfect. All I want? Is for you to be happy. Truly happy.”

Fiona studied him, the sincerity in his eyes.

Slowly, she nodded. A genuine smile touched her lips.

News of Seth’s world filtered through later.

Eleanor’s final act of madness – forcing copious amounts of alcohol on the twins – had left its mark. They survived, but their cognitive abilities were permanently impaired.

Learning the truth shattered Eleanor. She threw herself into caring for them, a twisted penance.

But the children, often confused, recoiled from her.

“Go ‘way! No want Aunt Eleanor!”

“Want Mama! Old Mama!”

Eleanor’s pleas – “I am your Mama! I’m so sorry!” – fell on deaf, frightened ears.

“Bad lady! Not Mama! Want old Mama!”

Their rejection escalated from words to scratches, bites, and terrified screams at her approach.

The final thread of Eleanor’s sanity snapped. She was committed to a psychiatric facility, lost in her own shattered world.

Seth relinquished control of Sterling Enterprises. He secured vast trusts ensuring Connor and Chloe’s lifelong care. Then, he vanished.

No one knew where. Fiona didn’t seek the answer.

Their shared history felt like a book belonging to someone else. Gently closed. Finished.

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I Was His Allergen. She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns lathal?

Chapter 20

Another summer bloomed. Fiona watered roses in the sun-drenched garden.

Sebastian jogged towards her, sunlight glinting off his hair, two tickets held aloft.

“Fiona! Your favorite band! Tonight! Front row!” His grin was infectious.

Fiona smiled back, the expression bright and unburdened. “Yes!”

The stadium pulsed with energy that night. Tens of thousands roared as the opening chords rang out.

Fiona sang along, the lyrics resonating deep within her soul:

“Nothing can hold you back,

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