His Childhood Sweetheart Called My Dying An Act

When Ian Broker's childhood friend, Zoey Berg, hears that I have severe arrhythmia, she purposefully adds a strong dose of energy drink into my water.

As soon as I drink the water, I feel my heart rate elevating rapidly. Heartwrenching pain instantly floods my chest.

I quickly tear open the only pack of medication I have. Alas, that's when I realize that the water in my thermos flask has gotten swapped out with potent coffee.

As soon as I took a sip out of my flask, my face goes eerily pale. Coldness floods my limbs as well, causing me to crumple to the floor as though I were paralyzed.

Zoey keeps laughing at me to the point she has tears running down her face.

"As expected of a theater student! You really are good at acting! I've been practicing medicine for so long, and I've never seen anyone suffering this much just by drinking some coffee!"

I can only kneel before Ian in distress. My gums are on the verge of bleeding because of how tightly I'm gnashing my teeth together.

"Ian, call the ambulance… I'm dying…"

But Ian remains unperturbed by my condition.

"That's enough, Daisy. Your performance will be far too dramatic if you keep this up. No one dies just by consuming a little coffee.

"Besides, Zoey is a doctor. What can possibly happen to you with her around, anyway?"

I no longer beg Ian for help. Instead, I draft an SOS text message and send it to someone else.

"What are you doing? It's just a joke. Do you have to expose it to the paparazzi?"

Ian Broker snatched my phone away. After failing to unlock it, he smashed it without hesitation.

At that moment, I felt a crushing tightness in my chest, struggling to breathe as my vision dimmed.

Clutching my chest, I collapsed to my knees and begged him in desperation.

"No, Ian. I really suffer from arrhythmia. Call the ambulance for me!"

At long last, Ian noticed something was off with me. His brows puckered up.

The next second, Zoey Berg yanked him aside and slammed her glass against the table, the sharp clang cutting through the air.

"Daisy Graham, this is really low of you. Ian came here today to celebrate my promotion. Do you have to ruin it out of jealousy? And you call yourself a celebrity? Instead of using your acting where it matters, you pull these underhanded tricks."

Breathing became increasingly difficult. My chest felt like it was weighed down, and I couldn't get enough air.

Ian and Zoey were childhood friends. Whenever Ian and I went on dates, Zoey would often show up unannounced.

I raised this issue with Ian many times, but he always acted as if it were completely normal.

"Zoey and I are like family. Don't overthink it."

Worried I might misunderstand, Zoey chimed in, "Ian's my best friend. I'm just trying to look out for him."

Even though they said that, whenever we went