Divorcing My Scumbag Husband Is The Best Thing I Ever Did

After seven years of marriage, my husband and I finally opened the doors to our own sculpture exhibition.

But just as the exhibition began, a girl stormed in, wielding a baseball bat, shattering my sculptures into pieces.

I called for security to detain her, but my husband stepped in.

“Today is meant to be a celebration; let’s not allow something so petty to cloud our joy,” he said.

I was about to let it slide, brushing it off as a stroke of bad luck, when I unexpectedly caught sight of him pinning the girl against the wall.