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

Tobey tugged at the hem of Sophie's dress, his eyes shining with affection. "Ms. Wilde, let's pretend Rachel's gone. Can you be my new mom?"

I forced a smile, feeling the weight of irony.

We had just met, but I was nothing more than a lifeless shell. I had died trying to hold this family together one last time.

I had even planned to divorce Henry to make room for Sophie. But then she called, wanting to set things straight with Henry, insisting that I had nothing to do with their past.

Hopeful, I went to meet her, thinking that even if divorce was on the table, we could clear up some misunderstandings.

Instead, I was met with unimaginable torture—my limbs mutilated, my face slashed. The pain was excruciating, especially when tears streamed down my wounds. I begged him to stop, but he just went wild, unleashing his rage.

Once he finally passed out, I desperately grabbed my phone to call for help. It felt like an eternity before someone answered, but before I could say anything, Tobey's impatient voice came through.

"Ms. Wilde went through a lot to come spend time with me, so don't ruin it!"

And then, I was discovered.

They poured sulfuric acid down my throat, sealing my fate.

A soul had no tears, but remembering those moments felt like a gaping hole in my chest, with the cold wind rushing in, reminding me of the pain of my life.

Meanwhile, Henry and Sophie were cozying up in the living room. I floated behind Tobey into his room, where he was rummaging through his books.

Suddenly, he frowned and pulled out a gift box from his desk. It was my birthday present for him. Even though Henry and I had been separated for a week, I had still prepared something special for Tobey.

Without even glancing at it, he tossed it aside, the box arcing through the air and landing in the trash.

The next day, while taking out the garbage, an old man collecting recyclables asked him, "You're just going to throw away such a nice box without even opening it?"

Tobey coldly replied, "It's just trash. You can have it if you want."

In his heart, it wasn't the gift that was trash; it was me—his mother.

Later that afternoon, Henry took Tobey back to their hometown to see Zoe.

When Zoe learned I wasn't there, she sighed deeply. "Couples shouldn't hold grudges. Just pick a time to bring Rachel back. Think of the kid. Tobey's too young to be without a mom.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tobey exploded. "Don't do it for me! I don't want her as my mom. It's embarrassing! I support Dad's decision to divorce. Besides, who says I don't have a mom? Ms. Wilde is…"

Zoe abruptly shot up from the couch, clutching her chest. "Which Ms. Wilde are you talking about?"

Henry noticed Zoe's sudden agitation and quickly tried to calm her down, casting a warning look at Tobey.

Zoe had never liked Sophie; she thought Sophie was second-rate. I had tried to protect their bond back then by passing that money to Sophie.

"She can only go to a few places. What's the big deal?" Henry said, exhaling smoke in frustration as he scrolled through his phone, the screen still lingering on a page from two weeks ago.

Normally, I couldn't stand a cold treatment lasting more than a few hours, but this time, I remained silent.

When Henry didn't text me back, Zoe attempted to bring up the past again.

"Henry, actually, it was me who..."

"Mom, what kind of spell did Rachel put on you? Why are you defending her?" Tobey interrupted, and just then, Henry's phone rang.

Zoe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Is that Rachel? Pick it up! You should apologize to her!"

But it was a call from the precinct. "Henry, we found the victim's head."

Finally, they were going to uncover the truth about me.

I stared numbly at my own severed head, a decaying lump of flesh.

The man had shaved off my hair, and my features were burned away by acid, leaving only a few dark holes.

Everyone was speechless, wondering what deep-seated grudge this could be.

Under the spotlight, Henry meticulously cleaned the skull, professional to the core, with an assistant by his side. I watched my mutilated self with numb detachment, a sight that made even me nauseous.

Suddenly, the assistant slowed his movements as if making a new discovery.

Carefully, he extracted a ring from my mouth. "Look at this!"

Henry froze, his pupils contracting sharply, the veins on his hand holding the scalpel standing out.

The office fell into a hush, only broken by his heavy breathing.

When he saw the ring that was all too familiar, he could no longer remain indifferent. It was our wedding ring, one that I never removed.

At that moment, Paul entered, carrying documents with a solemn expression. "Among the missing persons is Rachel."