My Fiancé’s “Sister” Switched My Life-Saving Medicine, So I Dumped Him

On Christmas Eve, I received a call from my fiancé's friends, claiming Ryan was drunk at his bachelor party and needed someone to pick him up.

As I pushed open the door, the darkness inside was overwhelming—until a grotesque, bloodied ghost mask suddenly appeared in front of me. My heart raced uncontrollably; I felt short of breath and instinctively reached for my heart medication.

But as soon as the sweet taste hit my tongue, I realized something was wrong. The tightness in my chest didn’t ease. Weakly, I called out for help. “Ryan…I can’t breathe…”

The lights flickered on, and a chorus of laughter erupted. “Surprise! Emily, was our masquerade party exciting enough for you?” Several grinning faces loomed in front of me as I collapsed to my knees, struggling to catch my breath.

“Ryan, take me to the hospital…” I pleaded.

But Ryan stood there, arms crossed, his face filled with impatient disdain. “Emily Carter, stop pretending. Are you seriously this scared of a mask? You’re acting ridiculous.”

His voice was cold, dismissive. “It’s just a joke, meant to spice up the party. You’ve had your moment—now get up.”

Clutching my chest, which felt like it would explode, I trembled as I fumbled for my phone. “Grandpa…someone tampered with my heart medication. Please send help…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Mia, Ryan’s doting “little sister,” appeared beside me, her expression full of faux concern. She snatched the phone from my hand and ended the call, then gently helped me up.

“Emily, you’re just too sensitive. Look at you—your legs have gone weak. Come sit down for a bit,” she cooed, her tone syrupy and patronizing. “We just wanted to liven things up and give Ryan a bachelor party he’d never forget. No need to involve your grandfather and ruin the fun.”

Ryan furrowed his brows, his impatience growing. “Mia, don’t bother with her. She’s always running to Harold whenever something doesn’t go her way. Spoiled brat.”

My vision blurred, and I instinctively clung to the nearest person—Mia—as if she were my lifeline. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, the pain making me clutch her arm with all my strength.

“Please…give me my medication…I can’t breathe…” My voice was barely audible.

Mia winced dramatically, her brows knitting together in mock pain. “Emily, you’re hurting me.”

Hearing this, Ryan shoved me aside roughly, his focus entirely on Mia. He cradled her hand as if it were made of glass, his voice laced with concern. “Mia, are you okay? Did she hurt you? Let me see.”

“Ryan, I’m fine,” Mia replied sweetly, though her lips quivered just enough to sell her act. “Emily didn’t mean to. Don’t blame her.”

Ryan turned back to me with a glare, his tone sharp. “Emily Carter, if Mia ends up with a scar because of you, you’ll regret it.”

The force of his shove sent me stumbling backward, my head slamming into the edge of the coffee table. Pain shot through me as blood trickled down my forehead. The sharp impact jolted me awake, if only briefly. I looked up to see Mia pushing Ryan’s chest playfully, her face flushed with feigned innocence.

“Ryan, I’m really okay. Don’t be so hard on her,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “Emily’s not feeling well. Let her rest while we enjoy the party.”

Ryan’s expression softened immediately, his lips curving into a fond smile. He draped an arm around Mia’s shoulders, tapping her nose affectionately. “You’re too kind, Mia.”

“It’s my bachelor party,” he declared to the room, his tone light and carefree. “I’m going to enjoy myself before I’m tied down. Let’s keep the drinks coming!”

The room erupted in cheers. “Ryan, you’re the man!”

As glasses clinked and laughter filled the air, my vision darkened again. My heart pounded erratically, the pain radiating through my chest in sharp bursts. I reached out, grabbing the hem of Ryan’s pants with the last bit of strength I had. My voice was barely a whisper.

“Ryan…please…I’m in so much pain…take me to the hospital…”

His brows knitted together, not in concern but in frustration. He kicked my hand away like I was an annoying child tugging at his sleeve. “Emily, stop overreacting. At worst, you’re just having a panic attack. You’ll be fine in a minute.”

“Ryan,” I gasped, my voice desperate, “if a heart patient doesn’t get their medication after being startled, it can cause acute shock…I could die…”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Die? Don’t be so dramatic, Emily. You’ll do anything to be the center of attention, won’t you?”

Mia placed a hand on Ryan’s chest, soothing him with a gentle smile. “Ryan, she’s your fiancée. Don’t be so harsh. Maybe she just wants a little more attention from you.”

Ryan sighed heavily, his annoyance palpable. “If I’d known you were going to ruin the vibe, I wouldn’t have bothered calling you. Now I have to deal with this mess. What a buzzkill.”

Even the house staff, who had initially approached to help me, hesitated. Convinced I was merely seeking attention, they backed away respectfully, leaving me utterly alone.

Struggling to breathe, I clutched my aching chest and staggered to my feet, determined to leave. My blurred vision caught sight of a familiar bear keychain dangling from a bag nearby. A spark of hope lit up inside me.

I stumbled toward it, clutching the bag tightly and frantically rummaging through it.

Mia’s voice rose in alarm, her tone laced with feigned hurt. “Emily, that bag was a gift from Ryan! How could you go through my things like that?”