
And at that moment, I suddenly remembered everything: that I was a former mixed martial arts champion, that I had many medals.
I didn’t even think when I remembered the old trick. One sharp step. One choke hold.
A couple of seconds later, my sister’s husband was already lying on the floor, gasping for breath. His eyes bulged, his face pale. He started pounding his palm on the floor and wheezing, begging for him to stop.
I leaned toward him and said quietly,
“Take that, you bastard. If you come near my sister and touch her again, our fight will continue. And believe me, I’ll be the winner. And you won’t get away with just bruises.”
I let him go and left the room.
A few days later, Emma filed for divorce and left her husband for good. He never approached her again.
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