I Wish I Were Not Rich!: Regrets of an old man, who realised it too late.

What if success worked perfectly—and still failed you?

I Wish I Were Not Rich! is a quiet, unsettling confession from an aging man who did everything right by society’s standards. He built a long career, accumulated authority, secured wealth far beyond necessity, and insulated his life from inconvenience. And yet, at the end, he is left alone with money that can no longer repair what it replaced.

This is not a story of scandal or redemption. There are no dramatic reversals or last-minute salvations. Instead, the novel offers a precise and restrained examination of a life shaped by discipline, compromise, and relentless alignment with systems that reward efficiency—but ignore meaning.

As illness, loss, and irreversible time close in, the narrator confronts a truth few are willing to articulate: that preparation for success is not the same as preparation for living. Wealth arrives exactly as promised, but understanding arrives far too late.

Written with moral clarity and emotional restraint, this literary novel explores ambition, power, aging, and regret—revealing what remains when money has done everything it can, and nothing it truly needed to do.

This book will resonate deeply with readers who question conventional success, fear late-life regret, or sense that something essential is being traded away in the pursuit of security.