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.