My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Under Freya’s gentle and meticulous touch, she skillfully restored Pearson’s features, bringing back the vibrant charm captured in the photograph. Yet, the lifeless body before her no longer displayed the once lively blue eyes.

Completing the task left Freya perspiring, and she took a moment to rest, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Pearson, I hope you like the way I’ve fixed you up.”

Outside the room, Amy’s crying echoed.

After rising from her seat, Freya stepped out of the room to find Wilson and Amy waiting anxiously. She respectfully bowed to them before speaking, “I have finished preparing Pearson.”

Amy hurriedly rushed inside, closely followed by Wilson.

As Freya stood there, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by weariness, her body swaying slightly.

With a gentle touch to steady her, she looked up and found herself drawn in by Radley’s gaze, which held unfathomable depth and concern.

“I’ll take you back,” Radley uttered in a suppressed tone.

“I’m fine.” Freya started to object, but before she could finish, Radley effortlessly lifted her in his arms.

Surprised, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but she insisted, “Please put me down. It can walk on my own.”

Ignoring her request, Radley held her firmly, assuring her that he would return after taking her back home.

Reluctantly accepting his help, Freya gazed back at the room where Amy’s cries persisted. Fatigue. engulfed her, and she pressed her lips together, recognizing the toll the day had taken on her, both. physically and emotionally.

“Alright, but please put me down. I can manage on my own,” she reiterated.

Radley continued carrying her toward the car, seemingly impervious to her words.

As they drove through the suburban night, the sky adorned with stars, silence filled the car. Freya opened the window, inviting in the cool breeze to soothe her weary soul.

to be such an amazing mortician,” Radley remarked, his tone casual yet intrigued.

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leaned back slightly, his hands resting on the steering wheel, and his face

business management, skilled in perfumery and music, and you’re the renowned Professor Harlan in

tone was composed.

“I can’t help but feel that you’re not exactly complimenting

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that I know more than you think. Do you have any more secrets up your sleeve?” Upon hearing Radley’s question, Freya fell silent

the way, I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with confronting Stella during the seminar.”

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had someone personally escort Stella back to Capitael, so you don’t have to worry about encountering her in Vroria

to look at Radley, a hint of melancholy in his

should I thank

me to

consideration, Freya chuckled. “You’re not

her for a meal last time, they ended up at Chris’

car continued on its way to Vroria.

Freya in conversation, her mood didn’t

shadow of death from Pearson’s case seemed to loom

Radley dropped her off at the gate of the Kaufmanns, it was already half-past one in the morning.

until you’re inside

doesn’t want to see you.” Radley fell silent

go inside. I’ll take my leave.”

drive away, then turned and recalled something important.

hastily took out her phone from