My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Within Freya’s workspace at Kaufmann Residence, Edward meticulously arranged all the equipment. Meanwhile, she sat at the live-streaming table, resting her chin on her hands. Although she had prepared everything she needed for the live stream, she found him unusually serious today. Her eyes flickered slightly. “Edward, is it not ready yet?”

Flustered, he set the camera to the highest resolution before looking up at her. “It’s ready, Frea.”

“Then, let’s start.” She smiled.

As the live stream commenced, a larger audience than usual gathered, owing to his prior announcement on Twitter that this marked her final broadcast of the year.

In the live stream room, numerous individuals inquired about the reason behind Freya’s decision to stop live streaming. She helplessly explained, “My brother is getting married soon, so I’ll be busy. Besides, my pregnancy due date is at the end of this year. I promise I’ll be back next year.”

The live stream room was in chaos.

“What Frey said is true. Giving birth is a big deal.

‘Don’t worry, Frey. What matters most is having a safe birthing process.”

Amidst the discussions, Freya was also moved. After an extensive period of creating content and live streams, she accomplished her initial objective. She managed to promote the funeral profession and engage in discussions about health knowledge with a wide audience.

The live stream went smoothly. In her last live stream, she did not have any make-up lessons. Instead, she sincerely chatted with the fans who had made charitable donations, thanking them. In the end, she announced the earnings for the month and shared a screenshot of the donation to the charity association, as usual.

and continued streaming until 11:30 p.m. During the stream, Sparkling Sorceress, HumblePath, MonDa, and Matt Majesty were present. Naturally, she also established a new

and camera tripod. She

his head, exuding

lightly and proceeded to walk over to the table. From a

he looked up and saw the invitation card. The invitation card was festive, with a golden border. “What is this, Frea?” Surprised, he gazed

the wedding at our residence. I wholeheartedly invite you to join us for

invitation card with both hands, and it seemed as if he saw the hope of seeing her again. He nodded firmly. “Frea,

as my

me as your sister, I genuinely

share whatever’s on your mind.

eyes were clear and bright. “Even if I stop live streaming in the future, I hope you’ll still come to visit me often. Otherwise,

much. difficulty, but she knew that if she engaged in too much activity for another day, her back. would ache come nighttime. “In two months, I might

ablaze with brightness. “Frea, don’t worry. I’ll come to see you

held the invitation card, crumpling it without realizing it. “How about I come to see

with a smile. “That’s good, but remember to call in advance.

was engulfed by melancholy. However, as he departed, he seemed to

off at the door and checked the time; it was already 12:30 a.m. She retreated to her room, taking a moment to straighten things up, freshen up with a wash, and

stairs to find Sylvia and Braxton seated in the living room, discussing the guest list. She glanced at them. “Mom, aren’t Granny,