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.

after having lunch. By one o’clock, she got up again to freshen up and changed into a

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

the

her. So,

rolled down the car window, and

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

stunned and left speechless. She had no clue

were 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 roll down the

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

for a few moments. “It’ll only take a few minutes of your

don’t have much time for all of you. I have

she arrived, she parked

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

read through the various news reports, a

her live streams and TV interviews, she consistently advocated for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this

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

the news, Freya finally got out of the car and called Radley.

“I’m here.”

voice came through calmly. “I’ll be right

from the Monaghan Group building. Freya

“Where’s Connor?”

but he

tongue. “Connor is

faint smile appeared on Radley’s composed face as he looked

take my car.”

“Alright.”

led Freya to a bustling commercial street.

did you bring me

to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya.