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.

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

much more you don’t know

steering wheel, and his face adorned with shimmering, dark

business management, skilled in perfumery and music, and you’re the renowned Professor Harlan in the medical field. Yet, your true

tone was

on Freya’s lips. “I can’t help but feel that you’re not

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amusement flickered in Radley’s eyes.

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

helping me with confronting Stella during the seminar.” She

out a sigh. This abrupt shift in topic hinted that Freya harbored

to Capitael, so you don’t have to worry about encountering her in

hint

should I thank you this

me to

a moment’s consideration, Freya chuckled. “You’re not

for a meal last time, they ended up at

car continued on its way

deliberately engaged Freya in conversation, her mood didn’t seem to lift.

death from Pearson’s case

the gate of the Kaufmanns, it was already half-past one in

you’re inside

doesn’t want to see

go inside. I’ll

then turned and recalled something

out her phone from her bag.