After Divorcing My Phoenix Male Husband, He Fell from His High Branch

I was pregnant and burning the midnight oil at the office, and it was a total downpour outside. My penny-pinching husband, Jason, wouldn't drive out because of the gas cost.

Over the phone, he sounded annoyed.

"Really? Not hitting up your rich buddy this time?"

"What about the night bus? Why should I waste gas going back and forth?"

Yet he didn't hesitate to go pick up his boss, Emma Reed, from her night out at the bar, and even brought her homemade hangover soup.