My Son Wasn't Mine, So I Prepared to Die

Synopsis

After five years of marriage, I thought I had it all. That was until a DNA report shattered my world: my son wasn't mine. I bought two bottles of poison. One for her, one for me. But the night before I was about to do it, I got an email. It was from a top investment bank in Doobaie, offering me a job with a salary of 4 million dollars a year, starting immediately. I stared at that email for three seconds. Then I poured the poison down the toilet. Screw dying for love. I was going to Doobaie. Three months later, I was lounging on a yacht, soaking up the sun with a beautiful woman on each arm, when my ex-wife, who supposedly loved me so much, actually tracked me down to Doobaie. Guess what she said to me first?