Avenging My Abusive Husband

My husband was abusive, so I called the police on him.

My mother-in-law said, "Every couple has their fights, don't they?"

Oh, is that so?

Later, her son was beaten so badly he could hardly function.

My in-laws quickly jumped in to try and smooth things over.

But I retorted, "Every couple has their fights, right?"

When my husband beat me so badly that I ended up in the hospital, I immediately called the police.

He was arrested, and my in-laws and sister-in-law all tried to persuade me not to press charges.

"Why doesn't Gavin hit anyone else? He still loves you," my mother-in-law said, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, trying to sound earnest.

"All couples have their arguments. Even your father-in-law and I had our fights. It's not a big deal. Reporting it to the police just looks bad to others. Listen to me, go to the police this afternoon and tell them it was just a misunderstanding. Withdraw the complaint."

I sneered, "Dream on! Now you think it's bad? When he was hitting me, you all slept like the dead in the next room. Once he gets out, I'm divorcing him!"

"Divorce over such a small matter? If it wasn't your fault, would my son have hit you?"

She was right. I was so angry that I wanted to get out of bed and slap her. If she had no issues, would I hit her?

But as soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed.

I took a deep breath and told myself that there would be time for this later.

"Sis, I'm not saying you're wrong, but people say couples fight and make up quickly. You just got slapped a couple of times by my brother, and you hit him back too. Is it really necessary to send him to jail?"

"The doctor said you only have minor injuries. My brother will be detained for a few days at most. Just let it go."

She pouted impatiently and asked me for money, "I'm out of cash. Transfer some money to me later. I'm leaving now."

With that, she left without looking back, slamming the door behind her.

A fellow patient grumbled, "This family really has some nerve. They come to see a patient and don't bring anything, but they have the nerve to ask for money."

My in-laws' faces turned pale and then red.

After a while, my mother-in-law whispered, "Valerie, we paid your hospital fees. Don't forget to pay us back."

She pulled my father-in-law and quickly left the room.

No one remembered that I was still bedridden.

In the end, it was an elderly woman in the same ward who couldn't stand it anymore and bought me some food.

"This family is truly wicked. Such a good girl, beaten like this. Your parents would be devastated if they knew."

Tears instantly welled up in my eyes.

I hadn't cried when I was beaten, nor when I got stitches. But now, I couldn't hold back anymore.

Large tears soaked my pillow.

"Hey, girl, don't cry. People like that will get what's coming to them sooner or later."

They'll get what's coming to them, huh?

After crying enough, I took out my phone to look at myself.

My left ear hurt terribly, my mouth was swollen, and I had lost a tooth. There were several abrasions on my head, a broken left hand, and a stitched wound on my right leg that was still oozing blood. I looked miserable.

The nurse who came to change my dressing gently disinfected my wounds while cursing, "What a scumbag, hitting his own wife so hard."

After changing the dressing, she helped me wash up.

"I'll be as gentle as I can. Don't move. Eat more bland food to recover faster."

She then brought in a new thermos, "I noticed you didn't have a cup. This is new. I've filled it with water. Drink it, and I'll refill it for you. Press the bell if you need to go to the bathroom. We'll help you so you don't fall."

A stranger could take such good care of me, yet my own husband was the one who put me here.

At that moment, I completely lost hope in him.

My sister-in-law, who claimed to see me as her own sister, only cared about money.

My in-laws, who said they treated me like their own daughter, didn't even ask about my injuries.

My whole body hurt, but my heart hurt even more.

I had insisted on marrying far from home despite my parents' objections.

I had wholeheartedly believed he would treat me well, but within three years, his true colors showed.

At first, he would at least say some sweet words to placate me.

But he became increasingly impatient, getting annoyed even before I could finish a sentence.

Recently, he would come home from work and play video games, bringing his good-for-nothing friends over and expecting me to cook for them after I got home from work.

The night before last, after cleaning up the mess, I said, "Don't eat so late anymore. It disturbs others."

He immediately, fueled by alcohol, beat me up. By the time I realized what was happening, I couldn't lift my right arm.

I bit his arm hard, and he screamed in pain.

He tried to yank my head away, but I managed to scratch his face. At that moment, I wished my nails were longer so I could gouge his eyes out.

Only then did my in-laws slowly open the door and separate us.

After he calmed down, he knelt on the ground and begged for my forgiveness. I called the police right away.