I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 50

Chapter 4

Back at the hotel, I booked a flight home for the next day.

Right before bed, I scrolled through social media-

Johnson had just posted something.

A photo of him at a theme park with Jace… and her-

That same girl from the wedding.

Jace was snuggled up against Johnson,

sharing a Neapolitan ice cream cone with her like they were a family.

The caption read: “Looks like someone’s ready for a new mommy.”

There weren’t any likes on the post. Not one.

I knew right away-

This was meant for me.

Set to “Only visible to Scarlett.”

He always did this.

Every time we fought, he’d post something about Jace.

A subtle warning: “Bow down if you want to see your kid.”

And every time, I gave in-

Tossed my pride at his feet and let him stomp all over it.

Looking back now,

The second I almost died giving birth, he had me by the throat.

But not anymore.

I gave the post a “like,”

then put my phone down and went to sleep.

Around midnight, his call woke me.

“Scarlett, what the hell is wrong with you as a mother?”

“Do you even care Jace waited for you all day?”

“He’s still crying!”

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

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Chapter 4

I rubbed my eyes and answered like I was half-asleep.

“Oh. Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”

There was silence on the other end-just two seconds.

Then Johnson’s voice came back, low and cold.

“Scarlett, don’t test me.”

You know I can make sure you never see jace again.”

There it was.

The old threat, the same leverage.

But I wasn’t that Scarlett anymore.

“Go ahead.”

I stared at the ceiling, voice steady.

He choked for a moment, caught off guard.

What did you just say?”

I sat up, my hair brushing the hotel comforter.

“I said, go ahead.”

“You’re his dad. Do whatever you want.”

Through the phone, I heard something crash-glass shattering hard.

“You have one more chance, Scarlett.”

Take it back or I’ll take Jace overseas tomorrow.”

“You’ll never find him.”

I closed the call.

Opened my photo gallery.

213 videos.

Over a thousand pictures.

I’d watched them all more times than I could count.

I took a long breath-

And deleted everything.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel like waiting until tomorrow.

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