Till Nuts Do Us Part

"At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water.Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing.Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing.One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti.I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead.Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?"I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last."Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die."He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already."Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could.I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family."