Abandoned Wife: I Fly Out of His Life

On the day of my third wedding anniversary, I wait for my husband, Jonathan Myers, in the heavy downpour for four hours even though I'm already nine months pregnant.

I can feel the rain drenching me from head to toe. At the same time, I keep suffering from the irregular contractions.

Jonathan sends me a voice message. I can hear a bell tolling and a woman's laughter in the background.

"Honey, I'll be home late. Quinn told me that she's never admired the cityscape at night before."

The moment I'm hoisted onto a stretcher, I glance at my phone. Coincidentally, Jonathan's social media feed has just refreshed, showing a grid of nine photos.

Quinn Farris can be seen standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, where an array of the city lights stretch out behind her.

The caption reads, "I'm admiring the world with my baby girl."

Meanwhile, I've lost a lot of blood in the delivery room. On the surgical forms, the spot that's supposed to bear my husband's signature is left empty.

At 3:00 am, Jonathan wakes up in Quinn's bed. He then transfers me 5000 dollars and leaves a note on the transaction history.

"Thanks for your hard work."

I reject the transaction before dialing a number.

"Dad, I've thought things through. I want to leave the country."