Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 45

Chapter 8

After that, he never showed up again.

Later, I heard that after I pulled my investments, the Reynolds family went into freefall. Kai completely abandoned the company after I left.

He was drinking himself stupid, completely out of it.

Olivia had ditched him ages ago, and his family was in complete chaos because of his mess.

His father had a stroke from the stress, his mother cried every single day.

Meanwhile, Kai was working at some dive bar, barely functioning.

A mutual friend told me with a heavy sigh: “He got wasted one night and broke down crying, asking if he hadn’t treated you like that, would you still be the one by his side now?”

I didn’t answer.

Time flew by.

William and I got married.

Our wedding day was gorgeous–sunny skies, packed with guests.

William looked incredible in his fitted tux, smile bright as anything.

Looking at him, my heart was full of happiness.

Right as we were exchanging rings,

I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the very back corner of the church.

It was Kai Reynolds.

He was so skinny he looked skeletal, pale as a ghost.

Wearing some faded old suit, staring at us with completely hollow eyes.

Our gazes met for just a split second.

He jerked back like he’d been burned, quickly looked down, and rushed out.

I froze for a moment.

William gently squeezed my hand, asking softly: “Everything okay?”

I snapped back to reality and smiled at him.

“It’s nothing.”

The church doors closed softly, and Kai’s figure disappeared completely into the sunlight.

A year later, one evening while I was organizing files in my study, my phone buzzed.

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Message from an old friend.

“Lia, did you hear? Kai Reynolds is dead.”

I stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, not sure how to respond.

Another message came through immediately.

“He found Olivia’s office, grabbed her and jumped from the nineteenth floor. Both died on impact, completely mangled.”

My heart clenched as I pictured Kai at my wedding–gaunt, pale, like a wandering ghost.

The light had already died in his eyes back then.

I never thought that would be the last time I’d see him.

“When did this happen?”

I slowly typed back.

“Yesterday. It’s all over the news, but they’re not saying why.”

“Word is he’d been stalking Olivia for months, but she kept avoiding him.”

“Yesterday he barged into her office, they argued, and then…”

There was a heaviness in my friend’s messages.

I put down my phone and walked to the window.

The sunset painted half the sky red, the city skyline fading into dusk.

Complex emotions churned in my chest–couldn’t tell if it was sadness or relief.

William came in carrying a cup of hot tea.

Noticing something was off, he asked quietly: “What’s wrong?”

I handed him my phone.

After reading the messages, he was quiet for a moment, then took

“You okay?”

I nodded, then shook my head.

my

hand.

“I don’t know. I thought I’d moved on completely, but hearing this… it still hurts.”

He leaned against my shoulder without asking more questions.

We just stood there quietly until night fell.

A few days later, I went to Kai’s grave alone.

His parents had chosen a quiet corner. The headstone was simple–just his name and dates.

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No photo, no epitaph.

Like his entire life had been reduced to a few carved lines.

I placed white chrysanthemums down and stood there in a daze.

The Kai in my memories was still that high school boy.

Red basketball jersey, brilliant smile.

Back then, I was all he could see.

“You came.”

A hoarse voice came from behind me.

I turned to see Mrs. Reynolds standing nearby, also holding flowers.

She looked so much older–hair almost completely white, sunken eyes.

“Mrs. Reynolds…”

I didn’t know what to say.

She smiled bitterly: “Kai talked about you constantly those last few months.”

“He said if he could do it all over again, he would never have treated you that way.”

I stayed silent, throat tight.

Mrs. Reynolds placed her flowers by the headstone and whispered: “He lost it. Completely lost it.”

“Actually, from the day you left, he was never the same.”

Her voice trembled.

“But I’m his mother, and I didn’t notice… didn’t see how deep that love and hate went.”

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