My Narcissistic Dad Brags About His Wealth, But Never Paid My Mom A Dime, So I Took Revenge On Her Behalf

My dad always boasted about his extravagant lifestyle—lavish vacations, expensive cars, the best restaurants. However, he never once paid a cent in child support, leaving us to struggle. Anger and resentment built inside me over the years, and I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. The move I made left everyone gasping.

I spent countless nights scrolling through my dad's social media, piecing together his extravagant lifestyle. His posts were a goldmine of information, showcasing his every move—jets to exotic locations, dining at the fanciest places, and mingling with influential people. I kept a keen eye on his updates, noting anything that could be useful. Hours would fly by, and yet my determination only grew stronger. Each detail drew me closer to my ultimate goal.

I discovered his favorite hangouts, his friends, and most importantly, the lavish restaurants he frequented. Photos and check-ins gave me a clear picture of his routine. There's an eclectic bistro he loved, always tagging himself there with friends. And often, he'd be at a high-end lounge, sipping cocktails in a crowd of the elite. Knowing these spots provided a roadmap for my next steps. Time spent digging was about to pay off.

By doing so, I began formulating a plan. The pieces started coming together like a puzzle. I knew where to find him, who to watch, and what patterns to look for. Ideas began flowing—how to track his movements, gather more intel, and what leverage I could gain. Everything was now laid out, strikingly clear. The more I planned, the more it felt like I was on the right path. This was just the beginning.

Armed with information, I made sure to visit these places discreetly, jotting down crucial details. I’d pass by his favorite café, always blending into the crowd, unnoticed. At the upscale restaurants, I'd sit quietly in a corner, pretending to be engrossed in my phone while observing the crowd. A notepad became my best friend, filled with scribbles about times, faces, actions. Each entry brought me closer to understanding his world better.

One evening, I decided to stake out one of his favorite spots to understand his routine, his habits, and the people he associated with. It was a bustling night at the bistro he frequented. I found a cozy nook where I could watch without being seen. Hours went by as I noted his interactions, his laughter with friends, and his meticulous charm. Every exchange, every gesture, became a part of my growing dossier.