After I Died, My Genius Son and My Forensic Husband went Crazy

After Henry and Tobey stepped through the door, they headed straight home.

As soon as Sophie saw them, she rushed over and enveloped Henry in a big hug.

"Busy day, huh? You should rest!"

Dressed in comfy loungewear, she effortlessly took the bag from Henry's hands, exuding the warmth of a true homemaker.

Meanwhile, Tobey busily arranged breakfast at the dining table, showing a level of thoughtfulness that surprised me.

My once pampered genius son, who'd never lifted a finger for me—even when I was sick—was now being so considerate. But I knew the truth: to him, I simply wasn't worthy.

"Where's Rachel? Do you think she'll misunderstand if she sees us like this? Maybe I should just go," Sophie said, breaking free from Tobey's embrace as if she had just awakened from a dream.

She casually mentioned my name, but her eyes were keenly assessing the expressions on Henry and Tobey's faces.

Does she really not know where I am? She was the one who arranged for me to go out and handed me over to that man!

The entire night had been a nightmare—my limbs tortured, my body doused in sulfuric acid until I was unrecognizable.

When Tobey heard Sophie's words, he dashed over to her side. "Don't worry! I'll protect you! If she says anything, I'll kick her out!"

Henry gently took her hand and reassured her, "This is your home; you're safe here."

Only then did Sophie's feigned fear melt away, replaced by a satisfied smile reminiscent of the one she wore years ago when I was in labor.

When I gave birth, I had begged Henry to be there with me, but he didn't show up until it was almost too late. When I finally woke up from the anesthesia, Sophie was wearing that same smug, taunting expression.

"Yesterday, our puppy got sick, so I called Henry to help. You're not mad, are you? You know that puppy is our child, right? Oh, did I say too much?"

Of course, I was furious. I exploded, my eyes burning with rage as I screamed for her to get lost. I thought Henry would stand by me. After all, I had just given him a child, but he only left me with a cold, dismissive remark.

"This is what you owe us. You're on your own now."

After they left, Tobey ended up in the ICU because Sophie had held the dog without disinfecting her hands before holding him.

Ironically, the child I had fought to bring into this world now harbored resentment towards me. I knew Sophie was his childhood crush, so I buried my own feelings deep down.

When their relationship was exposed, I gave Sophie a sum of money on Zoe's behalf, encouraging her to leave the country, and she accepted without hesitation.

But Henry blamed me for everything. In a drunken haze, he took advantage of me.

"Your plan worked, but I'll make you pay for it for the rest of your life."

Henry never touched me when he was sober; when he did, it was merely to fulfill his duty of procreation.

I thought that after having the baby, we might find some breathing room and a chance to clear up the misunderstandings of the past. But he never gave me that opportunity, and he didn't bother hiding his disdain for me in front of our child.

"Idiot, social failure"—those were just a few of the names he had for me.

But when he spoke of Sophie, it was all glowing praise. "independent woman, elegant, capable, kind-hearted."

Over time, Tobey grew distant from me. He even refused to acknowledge me as his mother at school, insisting I was just the housekeeper.

When Sophie came back, everyone assumed the three of them were a perfect little family.

Meanwhile, I was at home battling a fever and cramps while they were out enjoying a flashy parent-child event at school.

A forensic dad, a high-achieving mom, and a child prodigy—it was a combination that everyone envied.

When they returned, and Henry saw my pale face and realized I hadn't cooked dinner, his expression darkened. He looked at me with disdain. "You seriously think you're living the high life now?"

To punish me, even though they could easily hire a housekeeper, he insisted I do everything myself.

I tried to ask Tobey to grab me a glass of water, but he pretended to "accidentally" spill it all over me.

"Are you done with the act? Can you stop whining? It's no wonder Dad can't stand you."

As I got up to pour myself a drink, Henry noticed that I had accidentally stained the sofa cover with my period. He snapped at me to clean it immediately. It was as if I was some kind of filth.

Now, I was dead—no longer dirtying the sight of him and his son.