My Escape From Two Tyrants

"I don't even remember what promise that was," Emerson said casually while playing with Isabelle's hair, his other hand giving her waist a playful pinch, causing her to yelp in surprise. His demeanor was so nonchalant, his actions so frivolous.

Once, he was the guiding light in my life, the one who rescued me from my dysfunctional family, supported my education, and married me. I thought we were destined for happiness together. But seven years later, our journey has reached its end.

Tears streamed down my face like scattered pearls from a broken necklace. I turned and walked away.

As I left, someone asked Emerson, "Aren't you going after her, Emerson?"

He sneered, "She's just throwing a fit. She'll come around."

Over the years, we’d had minor disagreements, and every time, I would inevitably go back. But this time, it wasn't just a fit. Deep down, I knew there was no point in continuing with this marriage.

As I walked through the streets of London, the winter air bit into my skin, cold and unrelenting. Emerson’s driver followed closely in the car behind me.

"Ma'am, please don't be upset. Get in the car; it's freezing," he urged.

"And do you think this is just a fit?" I asked, my voice catching with emotion.

"I’ve always believed that if I haven't done anything wrong, it's not just a fit. Today, I did nothing wrong. Emerson did. This isn't a fit!"

The driver grew impatient. "Ma'am, if I were you, I'd stick with Mr. Gordon. Living in luxury should be enough."

I no longer wanted to engage with him. People in their world all think the same. To them, women are just toys.