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 nowhere to be seen. I step into the hallway and hear him talking with his friends."Did you see her face? Swollen like that. Ridiculous."Leonard Carter swings a vial of the custom serum he has been giving me and snorts."I engineered this formula myself. It makes her break out the second a man touches her. It keeps her off me."She wanted a baby so badly. Fine. She's carrying mine and Hannah's. That should make her feel accomplished."When she gives birth, I'll let her spend the rest of her life calling herself Mrs. Carter."Blood drains from my face. The child I've been cherishing isn't even mine."