The Seizure Spectacle: I Stopped Loving Him, But He Lost His Mind

Summary

On Tristan’s birthday, his friends started teasing me.

"Hey, what does your sister look like when she has an epileptic seizure? Let us see."

Tristan raised his ice-cold eyes.

"You want to see?"

The crowd nodded eagerly.

Tristan grabbed a bottle of liquor and poured it directly over my head.

The intense stimulation instantly triggered a violent reaction. I collapsed to the floor, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

It wasn't until I was on the verge of suffocating that Tristan finally knelt down to give me first aid.

He looked at me with a twisted, playful smirk.