Seeing her with my dad felt like a punch to the gut. The room fell silent, and all eyes were on them. My mom, who had been chatting with some guests, looked up and froze.
“What’s the fuss?” my dad said, clearly enjoying the attention. “Mom is here, and she’s my best friend!” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “So what? I don’t care what she feels. It’s her problem. This is my life. I have fun, and that’s the main thing,” he retorted.
The night continued awkwardly, with my dad flaunting Jess around like a trophy. My mom tried to put on a brave face, but I could see the pain in her eyes. Seeing her cry in the corner broke my heart. I knew I had to do something to make my dad realize the gravity of his actions.
The Plan
In the days following my birthday, I couldn’t shake the image of my mom’s tear-streaked face. My dad had always been selfish, but this was a new low. He needed to be taught a lesson, and I was determined to be the one to do it. I began devising a plan to make him regret his actions.
I started by encouraging my mom to take better care of herself. She had always been beautiful, but the stress of the divorce had taken a toll on her. We went shopping for new clothes, got her a fresh haircut, and even joined a gym together. Slowly but surely, I could see her confidence returning.
Next, I reached out to some of my dad’s old friends. They had always been close but had drifted apart after the divorce. I knew they would be more than happy to help me with my plan. We arranged for my mom to attend a high-profile charity event that my dad would also be attending. The goal was to show him what he had lost…
