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.

such an amazing mortician,”

more you

hands resting on the steering wheel, and his

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

tone was

played on Freya’s lips. “I can’t help but feel

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of amusement flickered in Radley’s

think. Do you have any more secrets up your sleeve?”

you for helping me with confronting Stella during

out a sigh. This abrupt shift in topic hinted that Freya harbored secrets he wasn’t aware of.

worry about

at Radley, a hint of melancholy in his

I thank

me

chuckled. “You’re not planning

up at Chris’ restaurant, and the bill was directly charged to Chris.

continued on its way to Vroria.

in conversation, her mood didn’t seem

case seemed

of the Kaufmanns,

wait until you’re inside

first. My family probably doesn’t want to see you.” Radley fell silent for a few seconds, offering a bitter

go inside. I’ll take my

car drive away, then turned and recalled something

out her phone from