All Chapters of Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I lay on the cold marble, a blinding agony tearing through my chest.My heart was ruptured, and warm blood was rapidly flooding my chest cavity with every failing beat."Can’t you be careful? Are you trying to kill him?" My father's roared curse made my ears ring wildly.Inside me, the tear in my heart widened, bleeding out with terrifying speed.Across the hall, my younger brother, Orion, was curled into a trembling ball, hands clutching his head, letting out earsplitting shrieks:"He did it on purpose! He wants me dead! Make him go away! Get him away!"My mother knelt before him, stroking his back as she whispered tenderly:"It’s alright, my darling, it’s alright. Mother is here. Your wicked brother is leaving!"I tried to push myself up, but my shattered chest refused to move, and a wave of dizzy darkness dropped me right back to the cold floor.Blackness began to eat away at the edges of my sight."Father... Mother..." My voice was a whisper, lost to the air.Not a single soul turn

And I stood on the very edge, looking like an accidental intruder, completely out of place.I floated toward the window, watching the divine carriage with its glowing blue lanterns speed away.They still hadn't realized I was dead.Back in my quarters, the silver chime of a messaging crystal rang out.I saw the glowing light—it was a message from my master at the academy.The magic crystal played the voice message aloud: "Greetings, parents of the young lord. He missed his training today without notice. Is he ill? Please send word soon."Sunlight streamed through the curtains onto my desk, where today's scrolls lay neatly stacked.I had planned to buy a new poetry scroll after class today. But now, I would never need it.An invisible force pulled my soul along, dragging me in the direction of my family.In the sanctuary's healing ward, my brother had been given a soothing draught of sleeping herbs and finally calmed down.The head healer checked on him with a furrowed brow."It was mer

"I was trapped in the privy stalls behind the wrestling grounds again today," Father read aloud from the inscribed wax, his trembling voice shaking in the quiet room. "The young lords said I am unwanted garbage. I was too afraid to fight back, fearing the commotion might trigger Orion’s severe panic fits...""Father yelled at me again tonight," another line read. "He said I smashed the clay bowl on purpose just to startle Orion. I really didn't mean to break it... Sometimes I wish I were the sick one instead, so they would wrap their arms around me and hug me too..."The final scratch upon the smooth dark wax was dated yesterday, consisting of only a short, desolate sentence: "I am so tired. If I disappeared one day, would anyone in this house even notice?"Father's knees slammed heavily onto the cold marble floor, the wooden frame of the wax tablet slipping from his limp fingers.He hunched over where he knelt, shivering violently, looking like an empty, broken shell stripped entirely

"These are the soothing draughts my brother gave me," Orion whimpered, holding out the small clay vial with trembling, delicate fingers. "He told me they were sweet honeyed elixirs meant to build my strength. But I secretly brought them to the sanctuary herbalists—they found trace drops of lethal hemlock poison mixed inside."The guard captain took the small clay vial, lifting it up toward the flickering oil lamps as his expression turned extraordinarily grave. The faint smell of bitter herbs lingered in the air of the corridor.At that exact moment, Father was escorted back into the chilly stone chamber by two heavy-armored city guards, his sandals dragging noisily across the flagstones."My lord," the captain said, shifting his sharp, unyielding gaze toward him. "Your younger son has just made some deeply disturbing allegations regarding your eldest. I need to verify them with you immediately."Father glanced nervously at Orion. The moment their eyes met across the room, Orion threw

More and more people who truly knew me began to speak out in my defense, their voices growing louder across the city square.Orion began to panic, his calculated composure crumbling day by day.Three moons later, an unforeseen discovery altered the course of everything.Our neighbor, Aunt Livia, was clearing out her sunlit storage chamber when she uncovered a forgotten crystal scrying sphere mounted near the high rafters.She had commissioned a temple artisan to install the enchanted focus stone months ago to guard against nocturnal thieves, and its magical lens was angled perfectly to capture a broad section of our family's central courtyard.When the guard captain and the chief temple magistrate channeled their divine light through the polished crystal to review its projected memories, everyone present in the hall was struck silent with horror.The ghostly projections shimmering in the air revealed the indisputable, terrifying truth:On that fateful day, after I accidentally knocked