Скачать или смотреть My stepmother had me killed for inheritance—I was Reborn as the judge in her murder trial

The gavel felt heavy in my hand as I looked down at the defendant's table. Linda Thompson sat there in her pristine navy suit, the same woman who had smiled at my funeral fifteen years ago. She had no idea that the judge presiding over her murder trial was the very person she had killed. My name was Marcus Thompson then. Now, I'm Judge Alexander Hayes, and today, justice would finally be served.

Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! The irony wasn't lost on me. The woman who had orchestrated my death for a fifty-million-dollar inheritance was now fighting for her life in my courtroom. She had succeeded in eliminating me once, but fate had given me a second chance to ensure she would never hurt anyone again. My first life began to unravel on a Tuesday morning in October, though I wouldn't realize it until much later.

I was Marcus Thompson, twenty-five years old, and the heir to Thompson Industries, one of the largest real estate development companies on the West Coast. My father, Robert Thompson, had built his empire from nothing, and I was supposed to be his legacy. Instead, I became a casualty in someone else's war for control. The Thompson estate sat like a crown jewel in Riverside Hills, its Victorian architecture commanding respect from every angle. Growing up in that mansion should have been a privilege, but it felt more like living in a museum where I was just another exhibit.

My mother had died when I was twelve, a gentle soul who had filled those halls with warmth and laughter. After her passing, the house became as cold as the marble floors that echoed with every footstep. Everything changed when Linda Martinez entered our lives. She was thirty-two, beautiful in that calculated way that wealthy men find irresistible, with auburn hair that caught the light perfectly and eyes that could convince you she genuinely cared. My father was fifty-five and lonely, vulnerable in ways that successful men rarely admit. Linda saw that vulnerability and wrapped herself around it like a designer dress. Their courtship was swift and strategic.