martial arts champion, that I had won many medals.
I didn't even think about it when I remembered the old trick. A sharp step. A grab around the neck.
A couple of seconds later, my sister's husband was already lying on the floor, panting. His eyes were wide, his face pale. He began slamming his palm on the floor and panting, begging for him to stop.
I leaned over to him and said in a low voice:
“Take this, you bastard. If you come near my sister and touch her again, our fight will continue. And believe me, I will win. And you won't get bruises.”
I let him go and walked out of the room.
A few days later, Emma filed for divorce and left her husband for good. He never contacted her again.
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