Healing A Broken Heart

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom.

He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity.

His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up.

I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!"

I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club.

Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?"

I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift."

Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

It was my ninth year being together with Tyler Freeman. Today, I planned to confront him in order to clarify our relationship.

I called him, but like always, he rejected my call.

In the next moment, his message popped up—unsurprisingly—at the top of my list of WhatsApp messages.

"Third floor."

His superiority emanated from those two simple words.

The most luxurious private clubhouse in Burgton City was where Tyler and his bunch of friends typically gathered.

As the person who had been by his side the longest, I was already used to his domineering attitude.

Hastily, I changed out of my plain-looking clothes, which I actually preferred. Instead, I slipped on his favorite form-fitting red dress before heading to the private room where he was.

Just as I got to the door, I heard joyful laughter coming from the men and women in the room.