Nine Months Pregnant and Taken Hostage, I Watched My Rescue-Team Husband Choose to Save His First Love

Nine months pregnant, I was taken hostage on a rooftop by a former employee who resented my husband for taking his job. He stabbed me dozens of times. My husband, the captain of a rescue team, sent everyone to stop his depressed first love from setting fire to her rental home instead of coming to save me. I didn't beg him to come save me. In my previous life, I called him for help, and he left his first love behind to rescue me. My baby and I survived, but his first love died in the fire after setting the rental home ablaze. My husband didn't blame me outwardly. He even booked me a VIP delivery suite. But on the day I gave birth, he tied me up and stabbed me and the baby dozens of times. “You and him lied to me together that day, didn't you? Those knife wounds of yours weren't serious at all! You couldn't have died from them!” “Since you love getting stabbed so much, I'll make your wish come true!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was taken hostage. This time, I decided to let him go save his first love.