My Husband Asked Me for a DivorceChapter 1

My name was Sybil Lowe. After being abused by my husband Randall Reeves for the fourth time, the Anti-Domestic Violence System in my mind was awakened.

From then on, whenever he hit me, he'd be the one who got hurt, and he was not even my match. Later, he insisted on going to the courthouse to get a divorce with a swollen face.

His whole family persuaded him, "Sybil treats you well. After all, you're the only one she hits! Why wouldn't she hit someone else?"

The staff echoed, "Couples always make up."

He went to the police station to report, but the police waved their hands. "This is a family dispute. Resolve it yourselves."

I dragged him home easily. He wanted to get a divorce and hurt others? Dream on!

1

Today is the first anniversary of my marriage with Randall, and we agreed to have some soup at a high-end restaurant together.

I was six minutes late.

He asked me with a stern face, "Why are you late?"

I casually explained while sitting down, "There was traffic, and it was difficult to find parking nearby..."

Before I finished speaking, he threw the saucer for condiments next to his hand at my face.

The mixture of salt, sugar, and pepper was all over my face.

My eyes stung, so I got up, wanting to go to the bathroom to clean up.

Randall slammed the table in anger and said, "Did I say you could go?"

I trembled and had no choice but to sit down obediently.

If I provoked him, the consequences would be unbearable for me.

I had been slapped by him until my eardrums were perforated, choked by him almost to suffocation, and continuously pushed by him to hit the wall until my head was bleeding...

During this one year of marriage, I had been suffering.

Actually, I asked for a divorce the first time he hit me, and I even called the police.

But the police said it was a family dispute and asked us to handle it ourselves. And my family persuaded me, "You've just got married. There's no reason to get divorced so soon. You should consider our reputation, too."

Randall knelt down and begged for mercy, saying he did what he did because he cared too much about me.

I forgave him out of soft-heartedness, but after I went home with him, he beat me again.

He punched me non-stop, saying, "Do you dare to get a divorce again? You dare to call the police! I'll teach you a lesson today!"

After that, I dared not mention the word "divorce" again.