The Baby Isn't Mine, and I'm Allergic to Men
I am born with a body that draws men in, but the moment I marry, I develop a terrifying allergy to them.
Every time my husband and I try to be intimate, my skin erupts in violent rashes, and I nearly suffocate.
Still, I want a child so badly that one night I climb into his bed in secret, willing to gamble with my life.
Strangely, nothing happens—no hives, no swelling, no shortness of breath. My husband even takes me to a clinic, where the baby is confirmed healthy.
For the first time, I believe life can return to normal.
Eight months in, we share a bed again. The allergic reaction hits instantly, worse than ever, and I'm rushed to the hospital.
When the procedure ends, he is nowher