Chapter 1Hostage Choice: My Wife Saved Her First Love and Left Me

I was kidnapped along with my wife's first love.

But my wife only paid the ransom to save her first love.

When I used my last chance to call my wife for help, she impatiently blocked me, "Just die if you want to die! I gave you $500,000 already, how can there be such a greedy person like you!"

She thought this kidnapping was staged by me.

Just to get her attention.

Later, the kidnappers became enraged and stabbed me to death.

After death, I didn't directly embark on the journey to heaven or hell, but instead floated back to Wendy's side.

She was anxiously waiting outside the hospital room. When the doctor walked out, Wendy immediately rushed up, grabbed the doctor's hand and asked, "Doctor, how is Zach?"

The doctor said calmly, "The patient is in shock and not in a good mental state. We've treated the wounds on his body, there's no danger."

Wendy let out a sigh of relief after hearing this and muttered to herself, "Thank goodness Zach is okay, heaven really has eyes."

As her husband, I leaned against the wall watching this scene. I thought I wouldn't have any feelings after death.

But now my heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, painfully.

Zach only received a shock, yet Wendy was so worried she dropped everything to stay by his side.

But when I was in the hands of the kidnappers, she didn't care at all, as if my life and death were trivial matters.

I smiled bitterly as the last memories before my death flooded back into my mind.

After being beaten by the kidnappers for several days, there wasn't a single good spot left on my body.

Seeing me on the verge of death, the kidnappers impatiently threw me a phone, letting me call Wendy, my wife.

As soon as the call connected, Wendy's impatient voice instantly came through:

"Are you done yet, Charlie? What trick are you trying to pull now?"

I begged her for help: "Wendy, I'm not pulling any tricks... Save me, I'm about to die..."

Before I could finish, Wendy laughed coldly on the other end of the phone: "I gave you $500,000 already, isn't that enough? How can there be such a greedy person like you?"

"Weren't you kidnapped? Fine, tell them I won't give them a single cent, let alone $500,000!"

"If they want to kill you, go ahead! You selfish bastard, it's better if you die!"

With that, she hung up the phone without giving me a chance to explain.

I called back in disbelief, only to hear the blocked number tone echoing through the room.

The kidnappers beside me saw her attitude and became furious, kicking me hard: "Isn't she your wife? Why doesn't she care if you live or die? Damn, you made us waste our efforts!"

Realizing there was no hope for my ransom, they suddenly swarmed me, punching and kicking harder than before.

Finally, after days of torture and no food, my already weak body couldn't hold on any longer.

After a few more blows, I coughed up blood. The skinny man beside me was startled and stammered to the kidnapper boss: "Boss... if we keep beating him he's going to die..."

The kidnapper boss looked at me with disdain: "So what if he dies, no one cares about him anyway, no one will give a damn if he's dead!"

I felt only desolation in my heart as my vision gradually darkened.

The despair and fear of impending death instantly filled my mind. I reached out my hand into the air.

Wanting to grasp something, but in the end it fell limply.

On the verge of death, I thought of all I had given to Wendy over the years.

From the moment I met her until I closed my eyes, it was all one-sided giving on my part, while Wendy was always on the receiving end.

Actually, from the very beginning, it wasn't worth it.

With regret and unwillingness, I closed my eyes forever.