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.

Freya put her phone down and rested in her room after having lunch. By one o’clock, she got up again to freshen

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

the crowd of reporters in bewilderment.

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

car window, and the reporters quickly

issued a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia

had no clue about

so many of them surrounding her car and numerous photographers present, she

to attend to right now, and I can’t grant interviews. As for

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

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

the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked the car and swiftly checked

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

through the various news reports, a softness gradually appeared in

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

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

news, Freya finally got out of

“I’m here.”

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

emerged from the Monaghan

“Where’s Connor?”

he didn’t,” Radley replied nonchalantly.

her tongue. “Connor is such a

as he looked at the car that Freya had

my

“Alright.”

to a bustling

you bring me here?”

time before dinner, and I thought you could accompany me to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since you came to express your gratitude, I assume you don’t