My Exit Marked Her Downfall
The night before the annual gala, my wife promised me a big surprise.
But the very next day, she publicly quintupled the marketing manager's bonus. To me, she just gave a curt nod and a half-hearted "keep up the good work".
When I questioned her decision, she brushed it off casually. "You've racked up some impressive wins in court. I'll give you that, but let's be real. Without Kevin hyping you up, you'd never have hit top-tier status. Plus, what's mine is yours. Why nitpick over a bonus?"
The room buzzed with anticipation of my explosion. But I held my tongue till the gala ended.
The next morning, I marched into her office and slapped my resignation letter down on her desk. "Might as well tack my salary onto Kevin's. Consider it my wedding present to you."
She erupted, branding me as narrow-minded and dooming me to the unemployment line.
She conveniently overlooked my track record as a powerhouse attorney. For that alone, elite firms were lining up to recruit me.