My Husband Asked Me for a Divorce — Novel

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Sybil Lowe never expected her marriage to Randall Reeves to turn into a living nightmare. Once sold as a gentle husband, Randall's true colors emerge behind closed doors, transforming him into a monster who thrives on fear and control. After a year of torment, Sybil's pleas for a divorce are met with violence, leaving her trapped in a cycle of abuse that the world outside refuses to see.

On their anniversary, a seemingly normal dinner spirals into chaos, revealing how far Randall will go to maintain his facade. When a bowl of scalding soup spills, the consequences are dire. As she grapples with the painful reality of her situation, an unexpected twist presents an opportunity—an enigmatic voice offers her a chance at empowerment through the Anti-Domestic Violence System.

Will Sybil find the strength to reclaim her life, or will the weight of her circumstances crush her spirit? As the stakes rise and secrets unravel, she must navigate a dangerous web of manipulation and betrayal. In a world where appearances are deceiving, can Sybil break free from the chains of her past and rewrite her future?

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!

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.