He had taken for granted being rich, it was in his blood, or so he thought. He always assumed he would only make more money, and he was sure his opinion was always the right one. When he started losing money, he thought he would rebound fast, that it was only a small bump on the road of success. He kept his eyes shut for too long, denying what everyone could see, his company was sinking and with it all his life. He started having fights with his wife, to the point she couldn't stand it anymore and demanded a divorce. She kept the house, the car, and half of the savings they still had. He rented a hotel room and proceeded to live as lavishly as he had always done. Everyone in his company saw it wasn't working as it did, but instead of trying to solve it they decided to take profit of the situation. Money would disappear without anyone realizing. Soon, the company went bankrupt, but he still believed he could live as he did. Until they kicked him out of the hotel room, going back to his former house, he demanded his ex-wife to take him in, yet she wouldn't, she would have gladly helped him, but he still had the same attitude he had when they started having trouble.
One day he realized he had been sleeping on the streets for a year and a half, and it wouldn't get better if he didn't do anything to change it. Yet, how to do it? How to overcome the depression that had settled in his life? Who would help him? Who would take him back?
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