All Chapters of My Husband Regrets My Son’s Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Right after leaving the banquet hall, I received a notice from the hospital telling me that Henry had died. My intelligent, mature son was only eighteen years old, and he was gone from the world forever. That realization made me cry so much that I almost fainted. Henry just wanted to lessen the financial burden of the family, but he had ended up with a cracked head and a torn-up stomach. He could not even die with a full body intact. His final request had been to see his own father before dying, but that man was too busy throwing a celebration party for the son of a dead comrade. I forced myself to stay conscious and went to see my son for the last time. Then, I sat by a river for a long time, until brilliant fireworks lit up the night sky. I instinctively took out my phone to take a picture for Henry since he had always loved fireworks. He had never asked for any, though sensible child that he had been. The fireworks exploded in the sky. They were brilliant and beautiful, and wh

Suddenly, his phone rang, and I could hear Rose’s voice through the phone. “Matthew, Zack suddenly got sick, and I don’t know what to do.”“Calm down. I’m coming over right now!”Matthew turned around without hesitation. In his haste, his car ran over Henry’s funeral wreath and crushed it.“The company suddenly said that I need to do overtime. I have to go back right now.”I got out of the car and watched Matthew drive away before walking into the cemetery’s mourning hall on my own. Then, I stared at Henry’s black-and-white memorial photo. Before passing away, Henry had wanted to see his father one final time. Unfortunately, his last wish was not granted. I welcomed my friends and family as I hosted the funeral. When it was over, I personally placed my son’s urn into his grave. I kept recalling the moments I spent together with Henry, and sadness filled every inch of my body so violently that I coughed up blood and fainted in front of my son’s grave. When I woke up, I w

Matthew’s pupils shrank in shock, and he swayed a little. He remembered the moment when Henry was born. He had held Wendy’s hand and happily gave his son his name. “Let’s call our son Henry so that he can have the life of a king.”His son was dead?No. Henry grew up poor and had never received tutoring in all subjects, unlike Zack. How could he possibly be one of the top SAT scorers?Matthew whipped his head to the police officers. “What about the deceased’s family?”“The deceased grew up with his mother, and she has contacted a lawyer. She refuses to receive compensation.”Upon hearing this, Matthew sighed in relief and wiped away the sweat that had broken out on his forehead. This Henry only had his mother? Then, his son was not the one who died. “Matthew, Zack is still a child and did so well in his SATs. He has a bright future ahead. You have to think of some way to save him.”“Matthew, I don’t want to go to jail…”As he listened to Rose and Zack, Matthew said perfunct

Rose stood in front of the courtroom and hugged Zack. “Be good, Zack. Now that Henry is dead, there’s one less person fighting for the university of your choice. Remember to thank Matthew.”When Zack saw Matthew standing across the road, he ran over happily. Suddenly, a dump truck charged over and rammed into Zack before crushing him with its 22.5-inch tires. They ran over his body repeatedly until all his bones were crushed. “Zack!” Rose turned pale. “Quick! Call the doctor! Matthew, haven’t you always treated Zack like your son? Hurry up and save him!”“My son? He’s not worthy of it.”Matthew turned around coldly. The dump truck roared to life again, and two lives were lost that day. Matthew returned to the dilapidated rental house. The furnishing had not changed. He had not asked anyone to clean up the place. All he did every day was stare at the trophies lining the walls. On his ring finger was a cheap ring he had bought eighteen years ago. “Mr. Foster…”“Is there