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 place, Freya put her phone down and rested in her room after having lunch. By one o’clock,

However, as soon as her car left the Kaufmann Residence,

aback, looking at the crowd of reporters

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

the car window, and the reporters

public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia

and left speechless. She had no clue about any of

many of them surrounding her car and numerous photographers present, she could only roll down the

I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part

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

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

reporters quickly made their way, and Freya drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked the car and

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

she read through the various news reports, a

There were numerous misconceptions about this line of

shake hands. Freya had even heard stories of morticians’ friends refusing to let them touch their

the news, Freya finally got out of the car and

“I’m here.”

calmly. “I’ll be right down

while, Radley emerged from the Monaghan Group building. Freya curiously

“Where’s Connor?”

today, but he didn’t,” Radley replied nonchalantly.

her tongue. “Connor is such

he looked at

take my car.”

“Alright.”

to a bustling commercial

you bring me here?” Freya

thought you could accompany me to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since you