Too Late for Regret
I stopped fighting.
The moment I came back, I stepped out of the family spotlight on purpose—
no arguments, no expectations, no awkward “let’s bond” moments.
And somehow… that’s when my parents lost their minds.
They made my little sister the heir?
I congratulated them and filed my transfer to the Vegas branch the same afternoon.
They threw her a massive coming-of-age gala?
I smiled, booked a flight, and left before the invitations were printed.
They bought her a limited-edition luxury car?
I claimed my “old wrist injury” made driving impossible and insisted she take it.
I thought they’d be relieved.
I thought they’d finally get their perfect family without me messing up the picture.
But instead—my cold, distant parents started calling nonstop.
Showing up at my door.
Pleading with me to come home.
Asking what they did wrong.
Why now?
Why only when I stopped trying?
Because in my last life, I spent decades clawing for their love—
only to die bitter, resented, and humiliated.
Even my grown son told me I was embarrassing.
This time, I came back different.
I refused to fight for a place in their world again.
I refused to compete with my sister.
I refused to beg.
But the moment I stepped away…
the entire family empire began to crack.
And now they’re terrified.
Not because I left—
but because they finally realized what they lost.