Blurb：
A chilling tale of betrayal and unrecognized sacrifice. When Rachel Hawke dies brutally in a cesspool, her genius son Tobey Hawke and forensic examiner husband Henry Hawke investigate the crime scene with cold precision. As Tobey Hawke makes razor-sharp deductions and Henry Hawke performs the autopsy, neither recognizes the victim as their own wife and mother. Meanwhile, Sophie Wilde receives their affectionate attention while Rachel's corpse lies unidentified. This dark psychological thriller explores how brilliant minds can solve the most complex crimes yet remain blind to the truth staring them in the face. A story of unrecognized motherhood, professional brilliance, and personal failure that will keep you questioning until the final revelation.Content：
As I lay submerged in a cesspool, my body corroding away from the sulfuric acid that had been thrown over me, my genius son, Tobey Hawke, was busy blowing out candles and making a wish.I wish Ms. Wilde were my mom. Rachel is as dumb as a pig and doesn't deserve to be my mother.
My husband, Henry Hawke, watched silently from the sidelines, his gaze soft as he wiped the cream off Sophie Wilde's mouth.
They hung up my desperate call for help without a second thought.
"Ms. Wilde went through a lot to come spend time with me, so don't ruin it," Tobey said, not bothering to disguise his irritation.
A week later, my body was discovered.
Henry, the forensic examiner, personally performed the autopsy, with Tobey contributing his razor-sharp deductions.
Together, these two prodigies painstakingly pieced together every gruesome detail of the inhuman torture I had endured—yet they never recognized me as the victim.
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My corpse was found in a cesspool, severely decomposed, covered in filth, and crawling with maggots.
When Henry arrived on the scene with Tobey in tow, the police officers hardly blinked; they were used to the genius young boy who had inherited his father's extraordinary intelligence.
Tobey immediately pointed out that this wasn't the primary crime scene.
Henry maintained his cool demeanor as he directed the team to retrieve the body, but upon seeing the corpse, he froze for a moment.
Perhaps it was the height and build of the victim that sparked a flicker of familiarity, or maybe it was the sudden realization that he hadn't heard from me in days.
For a brief moment, panic flashed in his eyes, and he nervously fished out his phone while Tobey urged him on.
My phone had long since been discarded; how could he possibly get through?
I watched them with a heavy heart, torn between hoping he would discover my identity and praying it wouldn't happen in front of our child.
At that precise moment, the call was surprisingly connected.
Tobey, not missing a beat, sweetly chimed in first.
"Ms. Wilde, Dad and I are going to be busy tonight. So be careful all by yourself, okay? We'll come home after we finish up. Love you!"
Henry smiled slightly, a mix of warmth and seriousness, as he advised Sophie, "Don't go out alone tonight. It's not safe."
"Got it! You and Tobey take care too. Tobey, come give me a kiss!"
After their affectionate exchange, once the call ended, I saw Henry send a text to Sophie: [I can't lose you again.]
It struck me then that his concern stemmed from hearing about another young woman falling victim to violence.
Detective Paul Ruffalo asked, "Tobey, aren't you going to call your mom? You probably won't be heading home tonight."
Tobey's expression hardened at the mention of me. "What's there to say to her? She's always clinging onto us like a leech. It's so annoying!"
He resented anyone mentioning that I was his mother simply because I didn't live up to his standards of excellence—a far cry from the brilliant mom he dreamed of.
Henry snorted dismissively as if to agree. "She's so selfish—who's worried about her safety?"
I gazed helplessly at the two irritated faces before me; they had always disliked seeing me around. But this time, I sensed it might be our last encounter.
After their tireless work, the autopsy was completed on the night of the discovery.
Henry meticulously drafted the report as Tobey watched intently, fiddling with a skeletal model in his hands.
"Female victim, aged 25-30, multiple fractures throughout her body, and the skull was severed. Body shows extensive decay, with an old scar on the abdomen, so identity can't be confirmed without DNA matching."
That's when Tobey interjected, "Dad, is there any chance the victim could have had a child?"
If they could confirm that detail, narrowing down the possibilities would be much easier.
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