One Bomb, Two Women, My Husband Chose Her

Synopsis

I stared at the bomb strapped to my body, then at Aria Nelson across from me, also tied to a chair. The red timer was counting down with only one minute and thirty seconds left. My husband, Bryan Price, the best bomb disposal expert in the city, rushed in, out of breath. The kidnapper grinned wickedly, "Officer Price, the bombs on both of them are identical, but you only get one shot. Between your wife and your first love, pick one to save, and the other gets blown to pieces." Bryan's gaze lingered painfully between the two of us. I knew he suffered from severe face blindness. But after three years of marriage, I always believed he'd recognize me by instinct. He looked at me, his lips moving as he muttered, "I'm sorry." Then, without a second thought, he spun around and lunged at Aria. "Bryan, save me," Aria cried, tears streaming down her face. I could only watch, powerless, as he swiftly and skillfully snipped the wires on her bomb. Amid the deafening explosion and the all-consuming heatwave, my final thought was that Bryan's intuition could fail.