His First Love Trapped Me

My husband's first love and I were kidnapped at the same time.

As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us.

When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her.

I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless.

"Tammy is still a virgin. If she's raped, she won't be able to handle it.

"You're different. You're already married to me. I won't hold it against you even if something happens to you."

He shoved me toward the kidnappers.

He probably did not know I was three months pregnant and he was about to become a father.

...

"Sandra, go with them."

John pointed at me, signaling with his eyes for me to walk toward the kidnappers.

"What did you just say?"

I thought he must have made a mistake, staring at him in confusion.

His gaze was firm, and he did not even glance at me.

"I said I had to save Tammy first. If you hadn't invited her out, this wouldn't have happened. How could I let Tammy suffer for your mistake?"

Two hours earlier, John had messaged me to meet him outside the city. When I arrived, I found his first love waiting for me instead.

I snorted and turned to leave, but someone covered my mouth and dragged me aside. It was not until my hands were tied behind my back that I realized I had been kidnapped. Tammy was tied up next to me.

I thought John would rush to save me immediately. After all, I was carrying his child. Even though we had not been on good terms for over a month, he would still come for me first. Alas, I was far too naive.

When John finally arrived, the kidnappers held a knife to Tammy's neck.

He became anxious immediately and begged the kidnappers in a low voice to let her go. However, the kidnappers were unmoved, and they just pushed me toward John.

I felt my stomach was beginning to ache, and begged him to take me to the hospital.

He remained stoic, insisting on trading my life for Tammy. I looked at him with tears welling up in my eyes.

"What do you mean? Today was supposed to be—"

Before I could finish my sentence, a gasp interrupted me.

I turned to see that the tip of the knife had grazed Tammy's skin, leaving a shallow cut. A small bead of blood appeared. That was enough to send John into a panic. He frantically begged the kidnappers to release Tammy.

I dug my nails into my palms, trying not to break down in tears. I had a heart condition, and if he did not save me, both my child and I would be at risk.

Driven by a desperate will to survive, I abandoned all dignity and knelt on the ground, begging him.

"John, you can't