I had just closed a nine-figure deal, the kind that sets your family up for generations.
But when I got home, exhausted and suffering a heart attack, my wife and daughter were too busy recording TikToks and live streams to even notice.
As I collapsed, gasping for breath, my wife told me my "negative energy was messing with her aura."
I had to dial 911 myself, my family completely oblivious, leaving me to die on the floor.
Waking up alone in the hospital, I found not concerned calls, but credit card alerts for lavish shopping sprees.
They weren't worried; they were celebrating.
Then, at Malibu, I saw my wife with her "life coach" lover as she handed me divorce papers, and my daughter told me he was more of a father than I ever was.
My world shattered, I saw the truth: every sacrifice for them had been a lie.