My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

After her late-night meal, Freya returned to her room and freshened up before finally lying down on her bed.

Perhaps it was due to her long absence from the funeral parlor, but she felt uneasy today.

Gently caressing her abdomen, Freya couldn’t tell if it was due to her work or her current physical condition that caused her discomfort,

“Baby, both you and Mommy have had a tough day. You must grow up strong and healthy,” Freya murmured softly to her unborn child.

The next day.

Freya slept in until half-past ten in the morning. After getting up and freshening herself, she went downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, Freya lounged restlessly on the sofa, feeling rather bored.

She thought about visiting Wilson and Amy, but she hesitated. The couple had just lost their only son and needed the support of their close family. As a friend, Freya worried that her presence might be more of a burden than a solace.

She decided to send a message to Radley. ‘Did you visit Wilson after leaving my place yesterday?”

Within three seconds, Radley replied. ‘Yes, I did. Wilson mentioned that Pearson’s funeral will take place in Iternia. He wanted to invite both of us, but considering your health, I decided against it.

Freya sighed. “I understand.

Just as she put her phone down, a new message notification popped up.

‘Do you have time today? Aren’t you planning to thank me for helping to confront Stella?”

Freya stared at the message for a while before typing. Yes.

They agreed to meet at two-thirty in the afternoon.

After confirming the plans, Freya checked the group chat for “Striving for Humanity’s Reproduction!”

Since announcing the interview location, everyone had responded, and the interview was just a few days away.

Brisa would be returning from her trip soon, and Freya planned to ask her to stay in the lab.

room after having lunch. By one o’clock, she got up again to

as soon as her car left the Kaufmann Residence, it was swarmed by a group of reporters with microphones and cameras.

was taken aback, looking at the

Vroria, nobody had bothered her. So, what is all this

car window, and the reporters quickly converged.

to you. The Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their gratitude

left speechless. She had no clue about any of this.

a few reporters. Freya could still manage the situation, but with so many of them surrounding her car

and I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part of my job. Can you please make way

moments. “It’ll only take

glanced helplessly at the reporters behind him. I don’t have much time for all of you. I have urgent matters to attend to. Please excuse

Freya drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked the car and swiftly checked the news on her phone.

and all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never expected such an

various news reports, a softness gradually appeared in Freya’s

for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this line of work

say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had even heard stories of morticians’ friends refusing to let them

finally got out of the car and called Radley.

“I’m here.”

“I’ll be right

while, Radley emerged from the Monaghan

“Where’s Connor?”

he

“Connor is such a workaholic

composed face as he looked at the car that Freya had

take my

“Alright.”

to a bustling commercial

me

to buy something.” Radley turned