Divorce is My Valentine's Day Gift to My Husband

I pinched the bruise on my thigh and sat down on the floor, tears streaming down my face.

"Denny, I'm working overtime. Did you forget? You haven't taken any odd jobs this month. We're out of money at home, we don't even have money to buy food."

"In order to save more money, I work day and night for the company. Denny, I do all this for you, for our family..."

Denny was startled, "I was just asking casually, why are you crying?"

I rolled up my sleeves and continued to cry and complain, "These are all from you yesterday, Denny, do you remember what you promised me?"

"You said you would never lay a hand on me no matter how angry you are."

Denny pulled me up and his face turned serious, "Stop crying, it's not good if others hear."

"Annie, I just care too much about you, and I was drinking too much, I didn't control my strength. I didn't mean to hit you."

I used a little trick to break free from his control, opened the drawer, and pointed to a thick stack inside.

"Does that written guarantee still count?"

Denny's attitude was sincere, and he spoke as if it were true.

"Annie, I swear I won't lay a hand on you again."

"Otherwise, what?"

Denny casually made a promise, "Otherwise, let me leave with nothing!"

Denny obtained another 'understanding' from me and went out to spend the money.

Of course, he told me that a friend introduced him to a delivery job to make money.

In the three years since I married him, there had been such a scene almost every month.

If it was not for ten days or half a month, he basically won't come back. And when he came back, he always returned empty-handed.

I sneered as I played with the voice recorder.

I consulted a lawyer before, and the requirements for leaving with nothing are very strict. Denny's promise had no legal effect.

What I wanted was not these things, I just wanted to temporarily stabilize him.

Austin arranged a special training for me. I started the devil training day and night.

After greatly improving my strength and agility, Austin began teaching me some techniques.

"Denny is not tall and has a beer belly, making him unstable. You should take the initiative to attack his lower body. Yes, well done. That's it."

After the training, I sat down and wiped off the sweat, saying, "He's probably coming back tomorrow. Do you think I can handle it?"

Austin paused while tidying up the equipment and turned to look at me.

"Are you planning to take the initiative and beat him up?"

I shook my head.

It was not taking the initiative, but being forced to fight back.

Every time Denny stayed outside for a long time and came back, he became very irritable. He looked for trouble with me everywhere and hit me. It had become a pattern.

Austin listened in astonishment, "No wonder you come to my place every month for a few days. Is it to avoid trouble?"

"Did he spend all his money outside and then come back to attack you?"

I fiddled with the equipment, "Maybe. I used to think that he was working hard outside, and I wondered if there was something I didn't do well that made him angry."

"Now..."

Austin squinted at me and asked, "What do you think now?"

I clenched my fist and smiled, "Don't try to seduce me. If he dares to come, I'll beat him up."

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

"Did the scumbag come back early?"

I glanced at the screen and shook my head slowly, "It's not from him, it's a multimedia message."

"In this age, people still send multimedia messages? Who sent it? Can I see it? Hey, why do you look so pale..."