My Rich Ex Tested Me, I Died, He Crazed

Chapter 4

I returned to the rental apartment that held three years of our memories. Every piece of cheap furniture we had bought together seemed to mock my foolishness.

I took out the bottle of sleeping pills I had been saving up for so long. Without a moment of hesitation, I swallowed them one by one with cold water.

As my consciousness faded, I used my last bit of strength to send him a text.

Lira: Kael, I don't want your money anymore, and I don't want you either.

Goodbye, my love.

My soul floated gently upward, passing through the ceiling. I saw Kael far away on a snowy mountain in Switzerland. He wore top‑of‑the‑line ski gear, standing side by side with Lorraine on a cable car, laughing freely.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at my text, and just sneered in disdain before shoving it back.

Right then, my call came through, the one I had managed to dial with my final breath. I had wanted to hear his voice one last time.

When he answered, his cold words cut through time and space, reaching my ears clearly, "Lira, stop using being sick as an excuse to ask for money. Disgusting. You know perfectly well I have no money. For money, you'd even throw away your life?" Then he hung up.

Lorraine leaned in, linking her arm with his affectionately. "Kael, was that Lira again? Just ignore her, she's such a buzzkill."

Kael's smile returned. He ruffled her hair gently. "Alright, I'll ignore her."

When I snapped out of that memory, I had already followed Kael back to his mountain‑top villa in the elite circles of New York. It was the kind of mansion I had only ever seen on TV. He drove a Rolls‑Royce, adored by everyone, a child of fortune.

And I? I was just the overreaching Cinderella, the gold digger.

A party was in full swing inside. His friends raised their champagne glasses to congratulate him.

"Kael, congratulations! The test is almost over, the shares are yours! Three years, that's no easy feat!"

Kael leaned back on the leather sofa, swirling his glass lazily, a proud smirk on his lips. "Lira actually believed it all. She was so stupid."

Another friend chimed in, his tone playful, "If she wasn't stupid, you couldn't have tricked her for three years. But hey, Kael, did you really not feel anything for her at all?"

Kael's eyes darkened for a moment, then filled with even colder indifference. He let out a sharp laugh. "She was just a gold digger. Why would I feel anything? It was just a game. If she had stayed quiet and made it through the three years, I might have given her some money to send her on her way.

"But she couldn't even wait one more month. She had to pretend to be sick to ask me for money. A total gold digger! When I got home, she was gone anyway. Good riddance, saved me the trouble of paying a breakup fee."

The room erupted in laughter, the air light and cheerful.

Just then, Kael's private phone on the coffee table rang. It was an unknown number. He didn't want to answer at first. But the caller was persistent, calling again and again.

Finally, he answered in annoyance, his voice sharp, "Who is this?"

From the other end came his landlord's voice, anxious, with a hint of disgust. "Is this Mr. Kael Green? The apartment you've been renting long‑term, is your girlfriend there?"

Kael frowned. "No, she's not. What's going on?"

The landlord's voice grew more urgent, "You need to come back right now! The neighbors called the police. They say there's a smell of rotting flesh coming from your place! The police are already at the door. You have to get here immediately!"

The sneer on Kael's face froze instantly.