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.

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

headed to the Monaghan Group. However, as soon as her car left the Kaufmann Residence,

looking at the crowd of reporters in bewilderment.

bothered her.

rolled down the car window,

morning, the Iternia embassy in Vroria issued a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their gratitude for professional dedication and efforts. What

left speechless. She had no

situation, but with so many of them surrounding her car and

have something urgent to attend to right now, and I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part of my job. Can you please make way for

the front, the lead reporter hesitated for a few moments. “It’ll

time for all of you. I have urgent

Monaghan Group. Once she arrived,

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

through the various news reports, a softness gradually

the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this line of work in the public’s perception, and she had been. working hard to correct those misconceptions.

were many taboos-it was forbidden to say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had

finally got out

“I’m here.”

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

a short while, Radley emerged from the Monaghan Group

“Where’s Connor?”

early today, but he didn’t,” Radley

clicked her tongue. “Connor

Radley’s composed face as he looked at the

my car.”

“Alright.”

to a bustling

me here?” Freya asked.

to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since you came to express your