My Wife Chose The Wrong Scapegoat

I spent ten years of my life building this company from a shaky garage startup into an industry giant.

But when the layoffs came, I was the first one kicked out the door.

Our agreed-upon $500,000 severance package? It magically turned into two scratch-off lottery tickets.

Suppressing my boiling anger, I confronted Chloe, our HR director. She just crossed her arms and sneered.

"You crashed our biggest client's server last month, Ethan. You technically owe this company two million dollars in damages."