My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

“I’ve made up my mind to marry him in this lifetime.” Isabella clenched her teeth and pondered for a moment. “If Braxton tries to stop or reject me because of this, I’ll remove my uterus. By then, I want to see if he’ll still be willing to marry me.”

Freya gritted her teeth, wishing she could deliver a swift reprimand to Isabella.

“What are you thinking?”

Despite expressing her concern, Freya couldn’t help but comprehend Isabella’s unyielding determination.

In truth, she hadn’t disclosed that she had already kept Braxton in the dark about their situation.

Freya wanted to gauge Isabella’s attitude, and had she shown the slightest hesitation, Freya would have decided to return home and prioritize Braxton’s illness before making any decisions.

Otherwise, it would have been unfair to Isabella.

Seeing her resolute stance, Freya sighed. “I’ve kept this from Brax.”

“Keeping him from what?” Isabella looked puzzled.

“I studied medicine, and my skills are quite decent. Ever since I found out about your situation with Brax, I’ve been anxious. But he wouldn’t allow me to tell you.

“You’ve been aware all this time?” Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise.

Freya nodded solemnly. “Back in Vroria, I couldn’t bear seeing the turmoil between both of you. That’s when I decided to deceive Brax by telling him there’s a treatment available, which sparked a glimmer of hope in him.”

With widened eyes, Isabella questioned, “Aren’t you lying to him? What if he finds out the truth?”

With a sigh, Freya explained, “His illness is considered incurable for now, but it doesn’t require any revolutionary medical breakthroughs. We just need to solve a small, challenging problem, and there might be a chance.”

If we succeed, we might be able to cure him. However, the

be with Braxton. Of course, it would be best if he recovers, but if not, it’s

feelings, Freya nodded again. “Initially, I thought of resolving the problem before telling you the truth. But seeing you shutting yourself away for over half a month,

faint blush tinged Isabella’s cheeks, and Freya found it intriguing.

moment?

years, so he’ll come to you soon,” Freya whispered. “I guess he’ll be honest with you. Brax’s hope is based on a lie. However, I

truth in advance. Brax

silent, calmly gazing at Freya.

Isabella stretched out her arms and pulled Freya into a warm, tight

so lost lately that I don’t want to go on anymore. Your idea might be deceptive,

softly. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

clasped, they exchanged knowing smiles.

emotional ordeal had finally come to an end, and Freya felt

by the beautiful garden. Worried about Freya’s condition, Isabella urged her to rest.

go back. We have a new chef at home, and the snacks they make are

eyebrow,

Are you sure those snacks are appealing

a moment of internal

eyes, her intuition sensing there was more to

keeping from me?” As

the housemaid stood holding a new, untouched bedsheet. Everyone in

in bags, bottles, and wrappings-offering a delightful mix of

girl! I thought she was starving herself,

Ron sneered.