He Thought He Won, Then She Left

Synopsis

I made more than 400 thousand dollars a year, but with my pregnant wife, I insisted on keeping everything strictly fifty-fifty. In my mind, marriage meant two people handling their own. Just because she was carrying a baby didn't mean she got a free pass. Seven months along, and she still squeezed onto the subway every morning, commuting as if nothing had changed. Her lunch was a two-dollar cup of instant noodles, eaten at her desk. I didn't see the problem. We were independent. We both had our own money. If she were tired, she could cut back on spending somewhere else. She could figure it out herself. It all seemed perfectly reasonable to me. Hell, I was proud of how logical I was. Plenty of guys I knew got bled dry by marriage, but not me. I stuck to my guns. It wasn't until our baby was born that she handed me a document. I opened it, and my blood ran cold.