He thought his wife ruined his life.

The bar went silent as she stormed in. Without a word, she grabbed a glass of wine and splashed it across her husband's face. Then she threw a stack of papers at him. Signed them.

She shouted. From now on, drink all you want, I'm done.

Her husband, Daniel, frowned.

They're my friends, what's wrong with having a few drinks?

She snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

Look at yourself every day: you're wasting your life at this bar. You used to have dreams.

Daniel, what happened to you?

He slammed the papers on the table.

If you want a divorce, fine. I've got plenty of friends who actually support me.

Good. She cried.

Then pack your things and get out.

That night, Daniel turned to his drinking buddies.

Bro, I'm divorced. Can I crash at your place for a while?

His friend. Left awkwardly.

Sorry, man, my place is full.

He went to another friend, but got the same answer.

One by one, they all turned him away. Desperate, he went to his uncle's house.

Uncle- She kicked me out, I've got nowhere to go.

The old man didn't say much. He simply handed Daniel a small card.

There's $1 million in this account. Use it to fix your life. Stay away from those friends. They'll drink with you when things are good, but they'll never stand with you when you fall.

Tears filled Daniel's eyes.

Thank you, Uncle. I'll never forget this.

One year later, Daniel turned. No longer the man he once was. He had built a company, a life, and a name for himself.

Uncle, he said proudly. You changed my life here, 2 million to repay you, but his uncle smiled softly.

No, Daniel, that money was always yours.

He froze.

What? What do you mean?

The uncle sighed.

A year ago, your wife came to me; she sold her house, your car, and gave me everything she had.

She said Don't tell him, just help him change.

Daniel's eyes widened, his chest tightened as the truth. He rushed out of the house, ran straight to the small restaurant where his wife worked, and found her wiping tables quietly.