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.

Sorceress, HumblePath, MonDa, and Matt Majesty were present. Naturally, she also established a

gaze to find Edward busy arranging the live streaming equipment and camera tripod. She smiled and said, “We should organize everything properly this time and put them in the box. We won’t

his head, exuding a sense

walk over to the table. From a drawer, she retrieved an invitation card and

he looked up and saw the invitation card. The invitation card was festive, with a golden

brother’s engagement ceremony will take place, followed by the wedding at our residence. I wholeheartedly invite you to join us for this occasion. Will you be able to make it?”

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

as my

chuckled softly. “Edward, since you acknowledged me as your

free to share whatever’s on your

and bright. “Even if I stop live streaming in the future, I hope you’ll

much activity for another day, her back. would ache come nighttime. “In

brightness. “Frea,

crumpling it without realizing it. “How about I come to see you.

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

was engulfed by melancholy. However,

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

and Braxton seated in the living room, discussing the guest list. She glanced at them. “Mom, aren’t Granny, Uncle Noah, and Aunt Ashley coming as well? Don’t forget to book their plane