Abandoned Wife: I Fly Out of His Life
On the day of my third year 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."