He Threw Me Out on the Highway, Then His Car Went Off the Cliff

Synopsis

Over eight years of marriage, I bore him two children. That day, stuck in a traffic jam on the highway, I got nauseous and threw up. He was disgusted, so he slammed on the brakes and pulled into the emergency lane. "Get out. Don't dirty my car," David said. Outside, heavy rain came down, and semis roared past. I begged him, shaking, and he shoved me out of the car anyway. With shaking hands, I took out my phone, ready to call the police. Before I could dial, an unknown number popped up on the screen. "Is this the family of David Rowe? Your husband's car went off a cliff on the highway," the caller said. I gripped my phone, staring into the thick fog ahead.