Screw My Double Standard Husband

Synopsis

It was pouring rain, and my husband, Oscar Moore, a doctor, went out of his way to drop off his intern, Amelia Hart, at her apartment. Despite being six months pregnant, I didn't care about my own condition. As soon as I stepped inside, I told him straight up, "I want a divorce." Oscar looked at me, exhausted and totally stunned. "Come on, it's just a bit more time in the car. Is it really that big of a deal?" he said. A bit more time? Seriously? It was supposed to be a ten-minute drive home, but instead, I was trapped in the backseat, forced to watch them flirt for nearly two hours. And this was the same husband who gave me the silent treatment for three days just because I drank some lemonade in the car. He said I made the whole car smell like lemons. But when Amelia said her stomach hurt, he actually went out in the pouring rain to buy her a hot drink and churros. Seeing that I was dead serious, Oscar looked at my pregnant belly. "Don't say I didn't warn you. If we get divorced, life won't be easy for you and the baby," he said. I smiled and stayed silent. I wasn't planning to keep him either. Why would I keep his child?