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 simple dress to

one-thirty, Freya left home and headed to the Monaghan Group. However, as soon as her car left the Kaufmann Residence, it was swarmed by a group of reporters

the

bothered her. So, what is all this fuss about?

the car window, and the reporters quickly converged.

Kaufmann, at eleven o’clock this morning, the Iternia embassy in Vroria issued a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia

She had no clue about any of

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

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. Please excuse

Group. Once she arrived, she parked the

all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never

news reports, a softness

for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this

farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had even heard stories of morticians’ friends refusing to let them touch their children.

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

“I’m here.”

“I’ll be

emerged from the Monaghan Group building. Freya curiously

“Where’s Connor?”

he didn’t,” Radley replied

her tongue. “Connor is

appeared on Radley’s composed face as he looked at

my

“Alright.”

to a bustling commercial

bring me here?” Freya asked.

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