I'm Allergic to Your Infidelity!
It was no secret that Frank Leclerc, the gang leader, was severely allergic to women. I was the only exception, which was why I was his fiancée.
Unfortunately, a university student whose life he had saved refused to believe his condition was real. She relentlessly stalked him and clung to him at every opportunity. After her 99th attempt to sneak into his bed, Frank ordered his men to abandon her on a nearby snow-capped mountain.
That same day, an avalanche struck, and she was presumed buried beneath the snow and missing.
The news drove Frank mad. He rushed to the mountain himself and disappeared while searching for her.
Not long afterward, a video went viral online. It showed Frank and that woman locked in a passionate kiss at the mountain's summit. Overnight, I became a laughingstock and the butt of everyone's jokes.
Well, his allergy finally caught up with him that night. Gravely ill and pale as death, he looked at me and whispered, "She just... wanted to bear a child... for herself. Don't trouble her..."
I sneered. Why the hell should I care about whatever pathetic reason she had?
He had made one very critical mistake. He believed I had no other option but to marry him.
The truth was quite the opposite. He was the one who depended on me. Too bad for him. The moment he threw himself into that search party, I had already found myself a new beau.