After I Died, My Husband Went Mad

Naomi's Perspective

After I died, my soul did not leave immediately. When I looked down and saw my body buried in the garden soil, I neither screamed nor panicked.

A few weeks ago, Adrian and I had another fight, so I ran back to my mom’s house—only to end up being be murdered.

"Lily was the reason we got into a fight," Adrian said coldly. "You've already taken her place in this family, and now that she needs your blood, you actually want to refuse?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than I felt completely drained of energy. My hands were ice-cold, and I had to hold onto the edge of the table just to stay upright. “I can’t do it,” I told him. “I’m too weak, and I’m not in good health.”

That’s exactly how it was. Long before I admitted it to myself, my body had already started to act up. I would feel dizzy and lose my balance without warning. Some days, I couldn’t even walk properly and had to stop to rest.

Even so, none of that mattered to him. Adrian looked at me as if I were making excuses.

I was standing in the garden, staring at my own body, when suddenly a beam of headlights cut through the darkness. A car pulled into the driveway. Adrian was back.

Before I could even react, my soul drifted toward him of its own accord. I wanted to tell him that I was dead. I wanted to tell him that someone had killed me. But before I could get close, I saw Lily sitting in the passenger seat of my car.

She seemed completely at ease, as if that seat had always been hers. Her hand rested on Adrian’s arm, and she smiled at him with that gentle, innocent smile she always used when she wanted something.

“I heard you and Naomi had another fight,” she said softly. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten sick, your marriage wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

Adrian’s expression softened, it was a look I hadn’t seen in a long time. “This has nothing to do with you,” he said. “You fell seriously ill trying to save me. I owe you one.”

Lily lowered her head. “But Naomi is the biological daughter. I’ve already taken her parents away from her, and I’ve taken up twenty-five years of her life. It’s only natural that she hates me.”

“You’re too kind,” Adrian said coldly. “Naomi came back and took your place, yet she still refuses to donate a single drop of blood. She’s so selfish.”

Although I had already grown numb with cold out in the garden, hearing those words still sent a sharp pain through my heart.

Then Lily got out of the car, smiled again, and said, “Can you walk me up? I’m afraid of the dark.”

Adrian didn’t refuse, and they walked to the gate of the villa’s courtyard.

But he turned to face her, and the next moment, he kissed her.

I froze.

He was kissing another woman, while my body lay forever in the garden. Lily had her arms wrapped around his neck, nestling against him as if it were her birthright. Adrian didn’t push her away.

He kissed her more deeply, as if it were only natural, as if he had been longing for this for a long time. Just then, his phone rang. He finally broke the kiss and answered the call with obvious impatience. “What is it?”

“Sir, Mrs. Cole hasn’t come home yet,” she said anxiously. “It’s been several days now. I’ve called her, but she hasn’t answered.”

Adrian ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, his face already darkening with anger. “It’s no big deal, she’ll be back from her mom’s place in a few days.” He was absolutely certain I was still at my mom’s house and hadn’t noticed I was missing at all.

“But sir—”

“She’s always like this,” Adrian interjected. “Whenever something doesn’t go her way, she starts causing trouble. Don’t call me about her anymore.”

He hung up before the other person could say another word.

Adrian said nothing.

Lily then led him into the living room. Neither Mom nor Dad was home at the time. She sat down on the sofa, took the gift box from my closet, and opened it. Inside was the scarf I had spent two months knitting by hand for Adrian’s birthday.

She blinked and smiled. “What a coincidence. I was just thinking of giving you a scarf.”

Then she picked up the cup, and the liquid spilled out, completely soaking her scarf.

“My hand slipped,” she said, but there was not a trace of panic on her face.

I stared silently at the scarf. I had stayed up late for weeks on end just to finish knitting it. My fingers were sore, but I persevered because I wanted to give Adrian something I had made myself.

Lily took his arm and said gently, “Don’t be upset. If you wash Naomi’s scarf, it might still be usable.”

Adrian glanced at it and then looked away. “Forget it,” he said coldly. “Throw it away.”

Lily's eyes lit up instantly, and she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, Adrian pressed her down onto the sofa and kissed her back without hesitation.

The sound of their breathing filled the room, her moans echoed through the night, yet I stood there, frozen in place, my gaze fixed on the wedding photo on Adan’s phone screen.

In the photo, Adrian is smiling. Now, that smile seems like a cruel joke.