Why Does The Protagonist Leave In 'The Emigrant'?

That night, it all crashed. Three years. The moment she pulled open that particular bedside drawer in his bedroom and saw those papers, the truth sliced her deeper than any blade. It was never her. Has never been. The divorce he handed her felt like the final betrayal, a signature sealing years of lies. And she left with nothing but her pride vowing never to turn back. But, a year later, fate deals a cruel twist when they clash over the same billion-dollar deal only for the investor to demand, 'Work together or walk away'. Now, bound by a forced partnership, he regrets letting her go while she wonders if this partnership will heal her heart or break it all over again.

Her marriage, which has lasted for three years, ends in a divorce. The whole city laughs at her and mocks her for being the abandoned wife of a wealthy family. Six years later, she returns to the country with a pair of twins. This time, she has taken a new lease on life and is now a world-renowned genius doctor. Countless men are now lining up to court her and marry her, until one day, her daughter tells her that “Daddy” has been on his knees for three days straight, begging to remarry her.Roxanne, a kind-hearted and innocent young woman, is married off to the wealthy and enigmatic businessman, Lucian. Roxannes life takes an unexpected turn as she finds herself in a loveless and suffocating marriage. Lucian is portrayed as a distant and cold husband, consumed by his own ambitions and scandals.Despite her efforts to be a dutiful wife, Roxanne's marriage becomes increasingly unbearable. She discovers that her husband is having an affair with a scheming socialite. Roxanne’s heartbreak and humiliation push her to the brink, leading her to make a daring decision: she leaves behind her luxurious life to find herself anew.Roxanne’s journey of self-discovery takes her to the bustling city of Paris. In the artistic and bohemian atmosphere, she begins to unravel the layers of her own identity. Through a series of chance encounters, she befriends the charismatic and free-spirited artist, Who in turn becomes Roxanne’s guide to a world of pa*sion, art, and liberation that she had never known before.As Roxanne navigates her new life, she gradually lets go of the constraints that had bound her in her former existence. The novel beautifully portrays her metamorphosis from a timid and abandoned wife to a confident and independent woman.

In the final seven days after I decided to depart for good, I transformed into the daughter my family had always dreamed of. I conceded to Remy's every whim, never to fight or deny her. When she wanted to use my work for a contest, I deferred. When she wanted me out in the frost and howling wind, I did just that. My quiet compliance led my family to think that I had learned the error of my ways. "You've finally accepted that you owe Remy so much, and that you have to compensate her!" Even until the end, they never understood why I couldn't care less. "Fiona, why aren't you saying anything?" To that, I could only smile. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Euzette Chan is a girl who's going to marry to a man she never know and only once she met because her parents wants it for her. She grow up obediently by her parents. She let her parents decide for her but not this. Runaway. Runaway is the only way she thinks that will help her. Runaway from her family to escape the wedding they want for her and to live a life she wanted to. She wants to explore and meet more people. Travel and work independently on her own. That night, the same day of her wedding, she met Carlew Del Prena, the man who will love Euzette and gave everything just to be with her. Carlew thought that she already owned Euzette, not until Monique interrupt their relationship. For the second time, Euzette runaway again. Away from Carlew, from her love. The thought of running away from her family is the only solution to escape is now gone. If she obey her parents from the first place, she will never felt the pain because of the other guy. May be it's true, that our parents knows the best for us.

On the day we move into the new apartment, my mother, Elizabeth Carter, sends a floor plan to the family group chat. It's a three-bedroom apartment, and a name is marked beside each bedroom. The master bedroom is for my parents, and the second bedroom is for my brother, Benjamin Sullivan. The room with the best sunlight is labeled "Savannah's Room". Savannah Keller's father, Liam Keller, drowned years ago while saving Benjamin, who had fallen into the water. After she becomes an orphan, my parents take her in and raise her as their own for ten years. I zoom in and out of the picture, scrolling through it twice. Still, I can't find my name anywhere. I ask Mom about it. She pauses, as if just remembering this detail. "You said you wanted to apply to a graduate school out of town, right? Once you get in, you'll move away. Leaving the room empty would be such a waste. Savannah's situation is different. "Her dad died for Benjamin. She has no other family in this world, so she must be given that big bedroom." Benjamin is already helping Savannah choose the curtains. They are pink floral ones, which she likes. Meanwhile, my boyfriend of three years, Wyatt Whitfield, carries the newly assembled bookshelf into Savannah's room. He quietly asks her if she wants an extra shelf for her figurines. I sit on a cardboard box in the living room, watching everyone bustle around. It dawns on me then—it's not that they have forgotten about me. Rather, deep down, they subconsciously believe that to repay that debt of gratitude, I should naturally give up everything that belongs to me. Even Wyatt has become an accessory to compensate Savannah. Since there's no place for me in this home, I decided to give it all up to them. I lower my head and tap on my phone. Then, I sign the confidentiality agreement to work at a base in the Northwest for five years, with no chance of coming home. This time, I'm really leaving, and I'm never coming back.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.