My Wife Tried to Kill Me,So I Filed for Divorce in Front of Her Whole Family

Hester Cobb was picking up my car when she got into an accident. Her leg was broken.

By the time I reached the hospital, some young man with red, swollen eyes was ranting at me nonstop:

"What gave you the right to make Ms. Cobb pick up your car? If you hadn't been too lazy to do it yourself, she never would've gotten hurt!"

"Do you have any idea that she fractured her leg? That she injured her ribs too?"

His tone was self-righteous, like he was scolding an employee who'd screwed up.

It wasn't just me—every friend and family member who'd come to visit Hester stood frozen in disbelief.