Declared Dead By My Family, I Returned From Hell — Novel

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After eight years of silence, Nathan Golding is thrust back into a world he thought he’d left behind when he’s unexpectedly reunited with his ex-wife, Celeste, and his younger sister, Trisha. Declared dead by his family, Nathan has clawed his way back from the depths of despair, only to discover that life has moved on without him. As he watches Celeste and Trisha slip away from him, their laughter echoing like a haunting melody, he can’t help but wonder: Is there still a place for him in their lives?

The tension between familial loyalty and buried resentments simmers just beneath the surface. Trisha’s disdain is palpable, while Celeste’s gentle demeanor masks years of betrayal. As Nathan struggles with the weight of their rejection, he finds himself drowning in memories of love, loss, and the betrayal that shattered everything he once held dear. Can he reclaim any semblance of the family he once knew, or is he destined to remain an outsider in his own life?

As the shadows of the past loom larger, Nathan must confront the ghosts that threaten to consume him. Will he rise from the ashes of his former self, or will the ties that bind him to his family pull him back into darkness?

Declared Dead By My Family, I Returned From HellChapter 1

After being discharged from the psychiatric hospital, I became a designated driver.

I never imagined that tonight’s passengers would turn out to be my younger sister, Trisha Golding, and my ex-wife, Celeste Sheridan.

When the car door swung open, a familiar scent rushed in. Expensive perfume mixed with the sharp bite of alcohol.

In the back seat, the two of them chatted casually about corporate acquisitions and ski trips in Switzerland. Their voices were light and carefree, as though the world had never known trouble.

My throat suddenly went dry.

Before I could stop myself, I coughed.

“Taking orders when you’re sick?” Trisha snapped at once, her voice sharp with open disdain. “There’s a pregnant woman in the car. If she gets sick, can you take responsibility for that?”

I said nothing.

A moment later, Celeste lifted her eyes and met mine through the rearview mirror.

Her expression was composed, her tone gentle, unchanged, as if time itself had politely stepped aside for her.

“Nathan... Long time no see.”

The car fell into a dead silence.

“Nathan?!” Trisha lurched forward, disbelief written all over her face. “You’re still alive?!”