When My Ex-Husband Took the Knife for Me

The spring when my childhood friend was kidnapped, I chose not to rush in to save him this time. Instead, I called the police directly. When I saved him before, the Medina family insisted he marry me. Since I’d always liked him, I happily agreed. But after the wedding, he stayed distant for thirty years.

It wasn't until the day of the earthquake, when I risked everything to protect him and our daughter, that I found myself trapped under a slab, left for dead. They didn't rescue me; instead, they said I deserved it. "You brought this upon yourself for tearing apart Dad and Aunt Anais," my daughter said. He even ran to Anais Gray, crying tears of relief, "Thank goodness you're safe!" Watching them leave, I died with hatred in my heart.

When I awoke, I found myself back to the day Valentin was kidnapped.

This time, I'll let them have each other.

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"Sylvie, Valentin has been kidnapped! You have to save him," Graham Torres's voice came through, urgent and desperate, pulling me back to reality. The pain from being trapped under the slab was still vivid. I looked around at the Victorian-style buildings and realized I was back to that day thirty years ago. It hit me then that I had been given a second chance at life.

I glanced at him and responded calmly, "I can't save him. You should call the police."

Graham became even more frantic. "Sylvie, if you call the police, it'll tip off the kidnappers. Valentin might get hurt. You're trained; you can save him."

In the previous life, Graham had said the same thing. Fearful the kidnappers would react violently if the police got involved, he came to me, trusting in my self-defense skills and our friendship.

I felt a flicker of frustration. "I told you to call the police. I can't handle them all by myself. Now go, don’t interrupt my coffee break."

But he wouldn't let it go, his voice now pleading, "Sylvie, you care about Valentin. Aren't you worried?"

"I don't care if he dies. It's not my concern," I retorted, turning back to my self-defense practice.

Coming from a family trained in martial arts, I'd honed my skills since childhood under my father's guidance. In my past life, when I found out Valentin was kidnapped, I blindly rushed in to save him. Luckily, they weren't very skilled, and I defeated them easily, rescuing Valentin.

His family, seeing how close we were, pressured him to marry me as a thank you for my courage. I was thrilled, having loved him since childhood. The news kept me up for days in excitement. But on our wedding day, his attitude changed completely.

"Sylvie Powell, saving me doesn’t mean I owe you my life. You've cost me my happiness."

Back then, I was clueless about what had changed him. I thought perhaps his parents had said something. It wasn't until after the wedding, when I saw him wrapped around Anais Gray,