CEO Husband, Allergic To Me, Not To Her Novel – Serena Vance had no idea her five-year marriage was over. Not until she spotted her husband Julian Thorne, who’d spent years claiming women gave him hives, walk into a bar with his arm around a girl half his age. The moment she pushed open the private room door, she was met with clothes scattered across the floor—a scene that left nothing to the imagination.
The girl’s eyes were glazed, her chin tilted back, her hands draped limply over the man’s shoulders. Julian’s mouth was on the girl’s pale neck, with one hand gripping her waist, pulling her hard against him, like he couldn’t help himself. “Mmm… Professor Thorne…” “Good girl. Say my name.” “Julian…” Serena stood frozen by the door, completely numb. In five years of marriage, she had never seen Julian lose control like this. Never seen him look so… alive.
In five years, she could count on one hand the number of times Julian had touched her. He was severely allergic to women—so allergic that if Serena’s hand so much as brushed his, he’d break out in hives, gasping for air. Even their once-a-month attempts at intimacy required him to take medication first. Serena had believed he was allergic to all women. But here he was, all over another woman without a hint of a reaction. She stood in the doorway for what felt like an eternity, until they shifted positions and the girl finally noticed her. “Oh!” The girl gasped, her face going bright red as she buried herself in Julian’s arms.
Julian saw her too. But he didn’t stop. What flashed across his face wasn’t shame—it was irritation. “What are you doing here? Get out.” “Get out?” Serena’s voice shook. “Julian, you’re cheating on me, and instead of explaining yourself, you’re telling me to leave?” “I’ll explain later. Lily Harper was drugged—I didn’t have a choice…” Julian grabbed his suit jacket and draped it over the girl’s pale skin, already flushed and showing signs of their encounter.
He walked to the door and pushed Serena out into the hallway. The door slammed shut behind her. Then came the click of the lock. Serena stood in the hallway. She could still hear them. “Julian, is Mrs. Thorne upset? Maybe you should go explain things to her. I’ll be fine…” “Don’t worry about her. I can’t stand seeing you suffer.” “I heard you’re allergic to women. How come you don’t seem allergic to me?” “Oh, sweetheart. You really bought that? I made it up.
I just… didn’t want to touch her.” The sounds kept going—skin against skin, ragged breathing—but Serena couldn’t hear anything anymore. All this time, she’d believed Julian truly was allergic to women. She’d searched everywhere for specialists, desperate to cure him. But it had all been a lie. He’d just been making excuses because he didn’t want to touch her. … Tears slipped down her cheeks. Staring at the closed door, Serena’s mind drifted back to the first time she’d seen Julian. As the only daughter of the Vance family, she’d been spoiled by everyone growing up.
She was willful, reckless, constantly causing trouble. It wasn’t until she sabotaged one of her father’s major deals that he finally decided to send her to Julian—a university professor—to be straightened out. The day she was shoved into his classroom, she saw Julian standing at the podium in a dark suit. He had sharp, aristocratic features and ice-cold eyes. She fell for him instantly—and hard. She fell in love. He didn’t feel the same.
Her father doted on her. He used his influence to pressure the Thorne family into forcing Julian to marry her. When Julian refused, the Thornes threatened to make him leave the university and return home to take over the family business. He loved teaching more than anything. So he agreed to the marriage. A month after the wedding, she finally swallowed her pride and tried to seduce him. He broke out in hives. That was when she learned he was allergic to women.
Serena didn’t mind. From then on, she poured everything into making him happy. She learned he drank coffee every morning, so she’d wake up early to make it fresh and bring it to him. She knew he loved books, so she’d travel across the country hunting down rare editions at auctions to give him. His mother was in poor health. Julian was busy with work and rarely visited. Serena was there every week. A pampered heiress who’d never lifted a finger for anyone—yet for his mother, she’d cook, clean, even help her bathe. She’d always believed that one day, she could melt the ice around his heart.
Five years later, the ice remained. Serena pulled out her phone and called her divorce attorney. “I want a divorce from Julian.” “Mrs. Thorne, as it happens, Mr. Thorne has divorce papers on file with me. If you’re certain you want to proceed, you can sign them and we can move forward with the process.” Serena’s grip tightened on the phone. “When?” Her voice came out hoarse