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.

11:30 p.m. During the stream, Sparkling Sorceress, HumblePath, MonDa, and Matt Majesty were present. Naturally, she also

live stream, she removed her light makeup and raised her gaze to find Edward busy arranging the live streaming equipment and camera tripod. She smiled and

he lowered his head, exuding a sense of indescribable melancholy.

the table. From a drawer, she retrieved an invitation card and handed

and saw the invitation card. The invitation card was festive, with a golden border. “What is this,

engagement ceremony will take place, followed by the wedding at our residence. I wholeheartedly invite you to join us

saw the hope of

as my

since you acknowledged me as your sister, I

whatever’s on your mind. Remember,

Her eyes were clear and bright. “Even if I stop live streaming in

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 not be able to move around much. anymore. If you have

gleamed like two radiant suns, ablaze with brightness. “Frea, don’t worry.

it without realizing it. “How about I come to

a smile. “That’s good, but remember to call in advance. I might be out.”

melancholy. However,

him 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 finally settle herself onto the

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