The Real Heiress Returns They Regretted Everything After I Disappeared

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, I was declared the servant's child. Vivian Cox was Mom and Dad's biological daughter.

Mom's gaze turned to ice. "Since you're the servant's child, get out. Go to the servants' quarters. From now on, you serve Vivian. Understood?"

Dad didn't miss a beat. "Effective immediately, you're removed from the Cox family registry. Vivian Cox is the sole heiress."

I nodded, face blank.

Last night, I'd heard everything. Dad's voice, soft with affection—but not for me.

"Vivian's father did us a favor, after all. Keeping her here without a name or status will invite gossip. We'll just announce she's our biological daughter."

Mom hesitated, then gave in. "It can only be this way. We'll make it up to Alex later."

My eyes had burned. I'd gone back to my room trembling.

The truth was, they'd forgotten me long ago. The moment Vivian arrived, I stopped being the Cox family's heiress.

Fine. I didn't want this identity anymore either.

——

Vivian stood between Mom and Dad, her face arranged into perfect apology.

"Alex, I didn't expect this either. I never meant to take your place." She paused, letting the words land. "Don't worry. In my heart, you're still my sister. I won't treat you like a servant."

Sweet words. But I saw the malice flickering behind her eyes.

Mom pulled Vivian behind her, voice sharp. "Why waste your breath on this bastard? Vivian, you're too kindhearted."

She turned to me. "Alex, you know what you are now. Get out. Go to the servants' quarters. You're not welcome here."

I lifted my head and took in the room. Every detail had been arranged to Vivian's taste. Even the cake bore only her name.

And what she was wearing—this season's custom couture. One outfit worth more than every piece of clothing I'd owned for years combined.

My place in this family? I'd seen it clearly long ago.

Dad's patience snapped. He turned to the butler. "Isn't there a partition room in the servants' quarters? Put her there." He gestured toward the hall. "And her bedroom—have someone convert it into that esports room Vivian wanted."

"You can go."

Under Mom and Dad's vaguely uncomfortable gazes, I walked toward the door.

"Wait."

I froze. Vivian's voice, sweet as poison.

She turned to Dad, tilting her head. "Daddy, the pendant Alex is wearing—Grandma gave it to her. But since she's not family anymore, she shouldn't have it, right?"

My hand flew to my chest, clutching the pendant. I looked at Dad, pleading.

Grandma had given this to me when I was little. She was the only one who'd ever truly loved me.

Nothing in this world mattered more than this pendant.

Dad glanced at the desperation in my eyes. He didn't hesitate for even a second.

He strode over, ripped the pendant from my neck, and hurled it to the floor.

"You're not a Cox anymore. Stop clinging to things that aren't yours!"

"Have some dignity!"

The pendant shattered on the marble.

"No!"

I lunged forward, dropping to my knees, scrambling to gather the fragments—

"Butler." Vivian's voice, bored. "Clean that up before someone steps on it."

"No—Dad, Mom, please." My voice cracked. "Grandma left this to me. You can't throw it away."

They didn't soften. They let the butler sweep it into the trash.

I knelt there, frozen. Shaking.

Gone. The last piece of the Cox family I had left—destroyed by their own hands.

From this moment on, I truly wasn't one of them anymore.

I said nothing else. I stood, turned, and walked out of the banquet hall.

The room Dad had "prepared" for me was a storage partition. Smaller than Vivian's bathroom.