Five Years After My Death, Family Takes Me to Trial — Novel

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Five years after Isabella’s death, the echoes of her life refuse to fade. When her family descends upon the mountains for a trial that questions her very existence, buried secrets rise to the surface. Accusations fly wildly, painting Isabella as a villain who poisoned her loved ones with chaos and despair. But who will truly bear the weight of guilt when the courtroom opens its ghostly doors?

Nathaniel, her childhood sweetheart turned bitter rival, is drawn back into a world he thought he’d escaped. As he grapples with memories that haunt him, his determination to unveil Isabella’s darkest truths becomes a dangerous game. Can he separate the woman he loved from the monster others claim she was? As her family lays bare their grievances, the verdict looms—a judgment that could erase Isabella completely, leaving nothing but ashes behind.

What truths lie hidden in the memories they seek to extract? As the trial unfolds, Isabella’s fate hangs in the balance, and the shadows of the past threaten to consume them all. In a world where even the dead can be tried, who will emerge victorious, and at what cost?

Five Years After My Death, Family Takes Me to TrialChapter 1

Five years after my death, Scarlett Kingston was in a car accident.

Nathaniel Blackwood and his parents came to the mountains and asked me to donate blood.

The gravekeeper pointed at the grave and sighed: "Ms. Kingston is dead."

Nathaniel sneered when he heard this.

"Is it Isabella Kingston who made you lie again? Don't you just want to give Jimmy to Scarlett?"

"It's been five years, isn't it enough?"

"She didn't even think about it. If people knew that Jimmy's mother was a mistress, how would Jimmy face people?"

"Sure enough, Born Wicked. Selfish and vicious."

They dug up my grave and broke open my tomb.

In order to force me to show up, they even scattered my ashes.

But after waiting for three days and three nights, I still didn't show up.

In a fit of rage, they brought me to trial for being inherently vicious.

My mother accused me of being vicious and throwing hot soup on her.

My father told me that I had a chaotic private life and had a mental illness.

And my childhood sweetheart, Nathaniel, accused me of drugging him and causing his wife to have a miscarriage.