On our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife kicked me out to make way for her male secretary.

Just an hour ago, I’d rushed home, exhausted, to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, sitting at the dining table, staring at a spread of vibrant, colorful dishes, I couldn't help but sigh.

“Chloe, you know I can’t eat chili…”

I've never been a picky eater.

But there wasn't a single dish on that table I could touch.

I’m allergic to chili, a fact my wife, Chloe Spencer, knew well.

That's why, for all these years, the meals I’d prepared were usually mild.

But this time, every single dish Chloe ordered was heavy, spicy Sichuan food.