Chu Thu Binh was dead, having died at night on her way back from court. It was her fifth time filing for divorce, having submitted police reports and forensic examination findings to the court.
But the judge had said that it wasn't easy for a couple to stay together from youth to old age, and despite being abused for over twenty years, she and her husband, Phung Erqiang, still had feelings for each other. Therefore, the judge had once again refused her divorce. Her lawyer advised her to continue filing, suggesting that if five attempts at divorce failed, she should try for a sixth.
The judge's decision would surely go viral, and she didn't believe the court could remain so blind next time. Chu Thu Binh had agreed, saying she would get a divorce even if it killed her. But she couldn't wait for the next court session. That night, she returned to her rented home. Phung Erqiang, drunk and belligerent, kicked down the door, demanding money for gambling.
When she refused, Phung Erqiang kicked her in the chest, sending her stumbling backward. Her head hit the corner of a table, and blood pooled on the floor. She closed her eyes in excruciating pain, and Chu Thu Binh was filled with hatred. She hated herself for stubbornly enduring this scumbag destroying half her life, only to beg the court for a divorce. She should have picked up a cleaver earlier and chopped this scumbag to death. Even if she were convicted of premeditated murder, at worst, it would be ruled self-defense, and she'd go to jail.
But at least she would have avenged herself. Now? She had never heard of a husband being executed by firing squad for domestic violence resulting in his wife's death. If she were given another chance at life, she would personally kill that beast, making him pay with his life for what he did to her.
In a daze, Chu Thu Binh heard crying. She found it strange; who would cry for her? Her parents had long passed away, and she had an older brother, but he was not worth mentioning.
Even her own child wouldn't shed a tear for her. Her daughter had always opposed her divorce, saying it would be embarrassing. Ah, that was just a load of nonsense.
She wasn't a successful mother; she hadn't raised an outstanding child. Both her husband and daughter were equally selfish, demanding her care and service.