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.

didn’t expect you to be such an amazing mortician,”

softly. “There’s much more you don’t know

on the steering wheel, and his face adorned with shimmering, dark

you’re the renowned Professor Harlan in the medical field. Yet, your true expertise lies in

was

can’t help but feel that you’re

13

of amusement flickered in

you have any more secrets up your

way, I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with confronting Stella

abrupt shift in topic hinted that

so you don’t have to worry about encountering

hint of

thank you this time?”

usual, treat me to a meal.”

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

last time, they ended up at Chris’ restaurant, and the bill was directly charged to Chris.

on its

conversation, her mood

case seemed to

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

you’re

“You should go back first. My family probably doesn’t want to see you.”

I’ll take my leave.”

away, then turned

out her phone from her bag.