When The President’s Daughter Stops Breathing

Summary

My fiancé’s childhood sweetheart Vivian knew about my deadly asthma. She secretly mixed strong liquor into my drink.

Fire poured down my throat. Then, my airway clamped shut.

Panic hit me. My hands shook as I dug out my emergency inhaler.

But the spray hitting my lungs wasn't medicine. It was strong mint spray. She had swapped it.

The second I inhaled, my airways slammed shut.

Lack of oxygen drained my strength. I collapsed onto the floor, pathetic and weak.

"Aria, this is mint spray I specially prepared for you. It can give you an effective energy boost."