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.

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

car left the Kaufmann Residence, it was

was taken aback, looking at the crowd of reporters

her. So, what is all

rolled down the car window, and

a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their gratitude

had no clue about any of

only a few reporters. Freya could still manage the situation, but with so many of them surrounding her car and numerous photographers present, she could only

grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part of my job. Can you please make way

reporter hesitated for a few moments.

I don’t have much time for all of you. I have urgent matters to attend

toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked the car

a prominent Duke from Iternia, and all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never expected such an overwhelming show of gratitude.

reports, a softness gradually

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

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

out of the car and called Radley.

“I’m here.”

through calmly. “I’ll be right down to pick you

short while, Radley emerged from the Monaghan Group building. Freya curiously glanced behind him.

“Where’s Connor?”

he

“Connor

as he looked at the car that Freya had driven.

my

“Alright.”

led Freya to a bustling commercial street.

did you bring me here?” Freya

and I thought you could accompany me to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since you came to express your gratitude, I assume