My father is a real monster. He abandoned me and my sick mom when I was a child. She never stopped loving him, hoping to reunite our family, but it never happened. By the time I was 12, she passed away. She even tried calling him before she died, begging him to take me in—but he didn’t answer… I ended up in foster care, angry and broken, consumed by hate.
Then one day, I saw a headline about his lavish wedding, labeled “The Event of the Year.” Millions spent on a spectacle while my mom died in poverty! My blood boiled… This was my chance for revenge.
I grabbed a cheap suit from a thrift store and crashed the wedding. As I stood in front of everyone, I shouted: “Do you remember me, Dad? The son you abandoned while Mom begged for your help?” The crowd gasped, the bride froze, and he stood there pale, speechless.
The cameras caught everything. The story went viral the next day:
“Wealthy Businessman Exposed by His Own Son at Wedding.”
Suddenly, the man who lived in luxury was drowning in shame. His empire crumbled, his friends turned their backs, and his wife left him.
And me? I didn’t get my mother back, nor the childhood I lost. But I got something else—justice.
