The Bride He Bought
𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼
The instant those words leave her mouth, the lemonade goes down the wrong way.
One second, I’m taking a sip, the next it’s burning down my throat and the liquid catches in my airway, making me cough so violently the glass slips from my hand and clatters against the table. My eyes sting and water as I bend forward, struggling for air, one hand pressed to my chest. I wave blindly, reaching for anything, napkin, tissue, whatever’s near, to cover my mouth.
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