Married to a Man Who Couldn’t Bear My TouchChapter 1

Everyone knew my husband, Max Kennedy, was allergic to women, including me. On our wedding day, when I leaned in with a shy smile to kiss the corner of his lips, he kicked me off the bed.

His face turned pale, and he began vomiting uncontrollably. That night, he moved into the study.

In five years of marriage, we never shared a bed. I lived like a virus in my own home.

Whenever we went out, I had to keep at least two meters between us, and even indoors, I covered myself in raincoats and gloves, terrified that a single touch might harm him.

Then one day, while I was accompanying a deaf client on a cliff bungee jump, Max slipped and almost fell. I instinctively reached out to grab him, but he pushed me instead.

Hanging helplessly from the edge, I looked up and saw him holding the frightened girl beside him, his voice gentle and comforting.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

In that moment, I finally understood that when someone truly loved another, they could endure anything.

So I decided to grant them their wish.

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Cold wind roared across the cliff. The client panicked and clutched my hand, but her grip was weakening fast.