The roses Julian sent put me into anaphylactic shock, but there he was, wrapped around my stepsister, Melody, who was wearing *my* pajamas.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, Julian finally gave me a bouquet of roses for the first time.

The moment their fragrance hit my nose, I nearly collapsed from the allergy.

When I got home after getting my allergy shot, I found Seraphina, wearing my nightgown, curled up in Julian’s arms.

Their faces were unnaturally flushed, a clear sign of what I'd interrupted, and they just looked at me with disdain.

“My sister didn’t know you were allergic to pollen. She was being sweet, trying to surprise you. Shouldn't you be grateful?”

“Let’s get a divorce.”