I Loved Him, He Was Allergic to Me
He was the campus genius—untouchable, magnetic, and literally allergic to every girl except his destined soulmate. I was the girlfriend who tried too hard, only to watch the world turn my heartbreak into a live-streamed meme. When a single touch sends him to the ER, the comments start scrolling: I’m the villainess, the obstacle, the punchline. Now, with his new fiancée flaunting her perfect love and his obsession burning out of control, I’m forced to ask: Am I doomed to be the side character in someone else’s story, or can I rewrite my own ending? When betrayal hits and every secret is exposed, will I finally choose myself—or let him destroy us both?