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 fl