Hunting for His EX-Wife

The maid noticed their hands clasped tightly together and smiled. Maybe Mr. Williams was finally settling down for good this time.

“Mr. Williams, I’ve been working in your house for so many years and have watched you grow up with my own eyes. Please don’t mind me saying this, but Mrs. Williams’ health is not good at all, and the doctor said that if she has another heart attack, it’s unlikely she’ll make it.”

Looking at Rhys, the maid sighed deeply.

“I understand; I’ll be obedient and won’t upset Mom,” Rhys nodded.

Back in his bedroom, Rhys sat silently at his desk for a long time without saying a word.

He suddenly realized he had lost the battle – there was no way he could fight back anymore.

“I’m going out tonight; if Mom asks where I am, tell her I went to see a client.” Suddenly standing up from his chair, Rhys changed into different clothes and headed out of the door.

Mrs. Williams had taken her medicine and gone to bed; no one stopped him as Rhys left.

Rhys drove to Kamden’s building and called him on the phone. “Get ready quickly; we’re going out drinking tonight.”

“Are you crazy? Do you even know what time it is?” Kamden mumbled sleepily before refusing outright, “I need to take care of myself properly since I’m getting married soon! You go home to your wife instead of asking me out drinking!”

As a doctor himself, Kamden knew how important it was to get enough sleep every day – he valued his life too much!

“If you don’t come down now then I’ll come up there myself,” Rhys threatened as he opened his car door directly outside Kamden’s building entrance.

Kamden turned over in bed but didn’t believe him. “Don’t lie! You’re definitely still at home right now! If you dare come find me, then let’s talk face-to-face!”

After hanging up on Rhys mid-sentence with a yawned-out ‘goodnight’, Kamden settled back into bed again – these days he couldn’t stay awake all night like when he was younger!

Rhys wasn’t surprised by Kamden’s reaction – instead heading upstairs straight away and knocking on the door several times until an angry woman wearing pajamas came storming out next-door shouting, “What time is it? Why are you knocking on doors? If you can’t sleep, others want some peace!”

Kamden had been woken by the noise from the banging – walking over towards his door while laughing behind closed doors. “You’d better go back home now because even if I’m awake right now, there’s no way that I’ll open this door for YOU.”

Rhys didn’t say anything and continued to knock on the door. Not only did the fat woman next door come out, but also the old men and women from upstairs and downstairs all came over.

They didn’t know Rhys, so they directed all their anger towards Kamden.

“Open the door quickly! Do you owe him money? Is that why he’s collecting debts from you in the middle of the night? If you don’t come out now, I’ll call the police.”

“I’ll complain to management tomorrow!”

“He knocks on your door in the middle of night, it must be urgent. Open up!”

Listening to these words made Kamden very headache-inducing. He had no choice but to open his door and let Rhys in when things quieted down outside.

After silence fell again, Kamden rolled his eyes. “It’s late at night; are you drugged again? The only reason I let you in is because of how well you helped me deal with my parents before.”

Originally he wanted to run away from home after a fight with his family and work at a hospital. However, he was locked up inside his bedroom by them while they took turns trying to persuade him otherwise. It was Rhys who snuck into their yard as an accomplice that allowed him to escape smoothly.

“Do heart diseases really have no cure?” Rhys drank a beer directly from its bottle feeling uneasy inside.

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“Definitely not; don’t even think about it. Maybe decades later as medical technology advances, there might be hope,” Kamden shook his head.

When dealing with heart disease patients, one can only try their best to reduce possible attacks; curing them completely is just wishful thinking.

Kamden guessed that Rhys must have been pressured again, so he suggested: “Why don’t you pretend for a while longer? Just keep pretending until your mom gets used it.”

“But how long do I have to keep this lie going? It never ends,” Rhys kept drinking alcohol hoping it would numb him.

After agreeing on working together with Jenna earlier, he should’ve been happy about it but now he couldn’t find any joy within himself.

“Jenna and I lied that we wanted some alone time for a few years, and my mom believed it. But Kamden, I don’t know how long this lie will last or what will happen if she finds out one day,” said Rhys gravely.

If things got serious, then what would happen if she had another heart attack that couldn’t be saved?

“Do you really have no plans to get married?” Kamden patted Rhys on the shoulder. “Maybe you’ll meet someone else who makes your heart skip a beat, and then you can be honest with your mom. As long as you’re willing to have children, Mrs. Williams probably won’t object too much.”

It seemed like Kamdenwas better off than Rhys in this regard.

At least his parents didn’t have heart problems and weren’t at risk of being rushed to the emergency room.

“I can’t forget about Martha,” Rhys said. “We were both studying abroad before, and I wanted to go back home while she wanted to stay there. We had agreed on a three-year plan, but she ended up having a child.”

Thinking about these past events made Rhys dislike marriage even more, with no expectations for it.

It wasn’t that he wouldn’t marry anyone other than Martha or that he wanted her so badly that he couldn’t live without her if they didn’t see each other again.

He just felt like marriage was like shackles that bound two people together.

Over time, people change from being mutually attracted to becoming repulsed by one another; however, because of a marriage certificate or children involved in the relationship, they are forced together despite their differences.

“Martha…” Kamden started saying something but decided against it and kept quiet instead.

Rhys was already married now; there was no chance for him and Martha anymore. Even if he knew she wasn’t doing well now, what could he do? He couldn’t become the third party in their relationship.

“Come on, let’s drink until we drop today,” Kamden said as he poured them both drinks one after another.

Soon enough all of the alcohol left at home had been consumed including their most expensive bottle.

Rhys drank too much and passed out on top of the table.

“Hey! Don’t sleep here! If Mrs. Williams finds out about this later she will start suspecting things again,” Kamden looked at his friend feeling increasingly worried.

He took out his phone directly, calling Jenna, “Can you drive? Rhys is here with me right now; can you come pick him up?”

“I know how to drive but… I don’t have a car.” Jenna sounded hesitant.

All those cars parked in the garage belonged to the Williams family and she hadn’t seen any car keys either. It was late at night, so going over and asking her mother-in-law for keys would not be appropriate.