StartNovelChapter 8 When I returned to work, I spotted Selena waiting outside the office building. She was holding a box with a forced smile, and despite the heavy makeup on her face, she looked exhausted. Nonetheless, I could tell she had clearly made an effort to dress up in expensive clothes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was obvious that she had not been doing well during our tapart. Since she was clearly waiting for me, I texted my boss, claiming I was feeling unwell to avoid any , and got permission to take the day off.
Just as I turned to leave, Selena spottedand ran over, holding her dress. She was still as reckless as ever, not caring about her own safety.
Perhaps out of lingering affection, I stopped and waited as she approached. Selena just could not let go, and hearing her desperate words only madesigh. I knew she still loved me, but her love was not reserved foronly.
If she could not stay faithful, there was no point in continuing this relationship. I was exhausted and could not turn a blind eye anymore. I could not casually accept her being intimate with other men or sharing my wife with someone else. "It's over, Selena. I'm tired. We can't keep doing this," I said firmly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMy words immediately triggered her. "Why? Why? Why, Hud? Isn't it enough that I've admitted my mistakes?" Suddenly remembering something, she quickly opened the box she was holding to reveal an elaborate dessert. "Hud, look! I spent hours yesterday following food bloggers' tutorials to make this mango cake. Please try it—l made it just for you, and I promise you'll love it!" I fell silent when she mentioned that it was a mango cake. I looked at the cake with a frown but still reached for a piece and took a bite. The taste was as unpleasant as expected, and my skin started to swell. I sighed, feeling a deep sadness settling in.
Selena's hopeful expression faltered as she caught my sigh, confusion filling her eyes. "What's wrong, Hud? Why are you sighing? Does it taste bad? That can't be -it tastes great to me!" Then, she took a bite herself and ate with obvious enjoyment. Watching her eat contentedly, I shook my head. My action only upset Selena further. She finally put down her piece of cake and crouched down in distress.
"You say you love me, but Selena, do you even know I'm allergic to m mangoes? Do you know my skin swells up when Teat them? You don't know anything about me," I stated, pulling up my sleeve to reveal my already swollen skin.
Selena loved mangoes, but I was allergic to them. This was one of the reasons I initially hesitated to date her. However, her persistence eventually wonover.
To make her happy, I tried to build up a tolerance, taking allergy medications and even ending up in the emergency foom several times. I thought I had becimmune, but yesterday's reaction proved that my body still rejected mangoes as strongly as ever.
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