Divorce is My Valentine's Day Gift to My Husband

Two months ago, it was the 18th time that Denny beat me since we got married.

That time, he drank too much alcohol, and the violence escalated.

He slapped me continuously, making me fall to the ground. He pressed his knee against my abdomen and choked my throat. His weight of over 150 pounds almost crushed me, making me feel a sour sensation.

"Bitch, what time is it? Do you still know how to come back? Are you playing with other men outside, huh?"

He dragged me by my long hair to the bathroom, causing a stinging pain on my scalp. The cold tiles pressed against my face, making me shiver.

"Denny, I, I didn't... You're drunk, let go... Gurgling..."

He forced me into a bathtub filled with water and made me drink the dirty water with his foam and vomit after being drunk.

"You bitch, how dare you come back in the middle of the night again!"

I felt like I was going to be killed by him in the bathtub in the next second. I struggled hard, but in return, I received a heavier kick. My head hit the edge of the tiles heavily, and the blood blurred my vision.

With a thud, he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground.

I struggled to crawl to the living room and dialed the police number.

The police came quickly and took us all back to the police station.

"When a couple quarrels, our principle is usually mediation. After all, as the saying goes, it's better to destroy ten buildings than to break one marriage."

The wound on my head, which was bandaged, was throbbing like a needle. My neck was covered in bruises from being pressed, and my voice was hoarse and unrecognizable.

"So, can he be sentenced?"

The police officer was a bit embarrassed, "But the hospital's assessment result has also come out. Yours can only be considered a minor injury. We can only detain your husband for ten days."

The conclusion I reached from the previous times I called the police was the same, and I was very disappointed.

"By the way... has my husband sobered up?"

In the police station, Denny cried heartbreakingly, knelt in front of me, and hugged my legs to repent.

"Honey, I really regret this time. Look, this is the written guarantee I made, with my fingerprint on it."

"Will you forgive me this time, okay?"

The people of the Women's Federation nodded repeatedly, "We have dealt with many family disputes, and your husband's attitude of admitting his mistakes is not bad."

The police officer started to persuade me, "Detention will leave a record. It will hurt his future employment."

I clenched my phone and numbly signed my name on the settlement agreement.

In front of them, Denny hugged my shoulder tightly.

"Let's go home, honey, and we will live a good life."

I knew he couldn't change. But I didn't expect the nineteenth time to come so soon.

When the phone rang, the snoring in the room was like thunder.

I struggled to sit up from the narrow sofa and checked the bruises on my body.

The right upper arm and left thigh both had large areas of obvious bruising. I tried to move a few times, fortunately, it was flexible and the joints should not be injured.

After deliberately strengthening exercises as advised by my best friend, my body had become more agile. When Denny's fist came down last night, I avoided vital areas.

However, the strength was still too weak. After resisting those few hits, my whole body felt like it had been disassembled, and it was sore everywhere.

Looking at the thick stack of papers in the drawer, I finally made up my mind.

After tidying up my clothes and using simple makeup to cover up the exhaustion from almost a sleepless night, I grabbed my bag and went out.

In the building, the receptionist in professional attire glanced at me.

"Models class, yoga class, turn left on the second floor. Weight loss course, turn right on the third floor."

I shook my head, "Hello, I'm here to sign up for Muay Thai."