My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

The next morning. Freya rose early and prepared herself for the day ahead. After carefully adorning herself, she descended the stairs to have breakfast.

Sylvia and Braxton were already seated at the table. Although Braxton’s recent state of being had not been favorable, it was still a vast improvement from his previous reluctance to even return home. Freya understood that her brother had started to harbor a glimmer of hope within his heart, yet he couldn’t fully embrace it until she presented a concrete treatment plan.

Within the dining room, both Sylvia and Braxton’s gazes converged upon Freya as she entered. Observing her dressed in an elegant blush–colored gown, Braxton appeared to grasp the situation. “Are you heading to the Monaghan Residence?”

“Yes, I’ve been in Vroria for quite some time and haven’t visited the Monaghans since my return. Madam Daniella missed me,” Freya replied with a smile.

Braxton snorted disdainfully. “You aren’t even part of the Monaghans.”

A deep frown formed on Sylvia’s forehead. “Frey, it’s true that Radley helped us in Vroria, and Madam Daniella has always shown you kindness. It’s right for you to visit them. But…”

Sylvia’s words trailed off as she saw Freya nodding in agreement.

“Mom, I understand what you’re trying to say. Don’t worry, it won’t happen.”

“It better not,” Braxton grumbled under his breath. “If you end up falling into the same trap twice, I’ll definitely scold you.”

Upon hearing those words of threat, both Sylvia and Freya arched their eyebrows simultaneously, exchanging a meaningful glance.

Sensing the tension, Braxton obediently focused on his meal, feigning an air of nonchalance. Deep down. however, he was plagued with guilt.

In that momentary surge of indignation, the thought of Radley had crossed his mind. Yet, he couldn’t bear to hurt his sister.

Once breakfast concluded, Freya set out in her car toward the Monaghans‘ mansion.

With her current leisure and no other pressing matters apart from occasional weekend visits to West Geft, Freya had recently taken Brandon as her master. She had made up her mind to seize any available opportunity to learn tenon–mortise from Brandon in West Geft. It would be even better if she could. persuade Brandon to stay in Caltun.

Lost in thought as she drove, Freya arrived at the Monaghans‘ mansion after an hour.

By now, her visits to the Monaghans had become seamless, bypassing any need for prior notification, and arriving effortlessly at the majestic entrance of the estate.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, the Monaghans‘ housekeeper warmly greeted her. “Welcome, Miss Kaufmann.”

Freya’s face lit up with a smile. “Has Madam Daniella awakened?”

“Madam’s age catches up with her lately, resulting in restless nights. But she woke up early and has been

Radley, and Miss Hannah are all here today, and we have

Hannah spending most of her time at school,

Freya asked,

smiled and responded, “They are Miss

they

eyes fell upon

by side, while on the adjacent single–seater sofa, Edward and another young man sat

Melissa exclaimed with excitement,

to Freya, conscious of avoiding contact with her belly, giving her a gentle and fleeting

pleasantly surprised, but unlike Hannah’s exuberance, he remained rooted in his spot.

at Edward. “Long time no see, Edward. How have you been lately?”

tinted Edward’s cheeks. “Things have

Daniella occupied a set of elegant mahogany chairs. their

Daniella with warmth, Madam

attention

and Rosie had exchanged cold glances, although the tension

Freya

and let me take a good look at you.” Daniella beckoned, motioning toward the empty seat next to

her invitation, Freya gracefully took

in conversation with Daniella, Freya consulted the family doctor about

moments of confusion, alternating with moments of

sense of relief, Freya set her worries

affectionately. “Frey, Radley has returned as well. He’s in the study upstairs. Would you like to go

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study, he’s likely occupied with official matters. and prefers not

tinge of disappointment flickered across Daniella’s

of meaningful glances toward Freya. She then discreetly cleared her throat and subtly gestured toward the pastries on the table, prompting

try the pastries made by our

Rosie initiating a conversation with her,

piece and graciously replied, “Thank you, Mrs.

words. “You don’t have

Rosie.

caught Freya off guard, surprising

paused for a moment, then smiled and responded. “Thank you, Aunt

Hannah and Melissa,