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.

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

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

the crowd of reporters

her. So, what is all

rolled down the car window, and

Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their

left speechless. She had no clue

there were only a few reporters. Freya could still manage the situation, but with so many of them surrounding her car

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

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

the reporters behind him. I don’t have much time for all

way, and Freya drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked the car and swiftly checked

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

she read through the various news reports, a

advocated for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this line of work in the public’s perception, and she

to say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had even heard stories of

Freya finally got out of the

“I’m here.”

came through calmly. “I’ll be

the Monaghan Group building. Freya

“Where’s Connor?”

but he didn’t,” Radley replied

clicked her tongue. “Connor is such a

faint smile appeared on Radley’s composed face as he

take my car.”

“Alright.”

to a bustling commercial

you bring me

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