My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Freya knew full well that the police had already been meticulous in searching for any breakthrough, but not a hint of suspicious evidence was left at the crime scene…

She took a deep breath and turned to look at the small path she had come from.

The scattered footprints in the woods around the path might be the only thing she could investigate. Even though it was a difficult task, she was determined to try it.

Rather than retracing her steps on the path, Freya entered the nearby grove.

The trees in this grove were dense and blocked out the sun. Even though it was afternoon, it was still dim. inside.

Who knew what it would be like at night?

Freya thought about the many young couples who liked to date in the woods at night. But after what happened to Benjamin, such activities were certainly not going to take place anymore. Nevertheless, it was a line of investigation.

Inside the grove, Freya carefully surveyed the area, walking step by step until she reached the center of the grove. There, she looked around in all directions.

“As expected, nothing,” Freya sighed.

She was about to turn around and leave when she noticed a glint from the corner of her eye.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly realized what it might be and turned back.

Lodged in the tangle of branches of one tree, a camera used for photography was quietly lying there.

Freya’s eyes lit up. She rolled up her sleeves and immediately climbed the tree..

Her climbing skills were decent, and in no time, she had reached the upper branches. She picked up the camera to examine it..

The camera was completely dark, indicating that it had run out of battery.

in the direction the camera faced and found that it was pointing

closely together, forming a natural semicircle.

couples to have

squinted her eyes.

it was difficult to see the road from this central angle. But in case it captured anyone who had visited the woods on the day of the incident, it could be a

the library probably had charging outlets. She planned to charge the camera there and see what was

to reach the edge of the grove, her footsteps momentarily paused as she heard the faint sound of snapping

and a chill ran down her spine. Without hesitation, she swiftly

from behind, embedding itself directly where she had been

it were a while ago, before she had given birth, the arrow

head to see a gray figure not far away. Seeing

him, but he had

hesitate further. She had been investigating for so long without finding any leads. The Kaufmann family couldn’t continue being passive and

agile, her steps swift. She followed the path

for a wall and vaulted over it from

a stop. She didn’t know what lay beyond the wall. Jumping over it recklessly could make her an

at the wall where the

the police had said before. To reach Swan Lake, apart from the main path, the only ways were through the woods or over the wall, and neither of these routes had surveillance cameras.

the thought crossed her mind, her eyes lit up. Maybe my line of thinking had been wrong! The perpetrator might have entered by climbing over

place they had previously successfully escaped from. Freya fixed her gaze on the wall the person had climbed over and eventually spotted a very faint

wouldn’t lift their leg so high, even for a split. This was the last push-off after a running

she was and called Officer Jonathan Copper,

cousin. I’m at Evergreen University right now, and I’ve found more clues about Benjamin’s murder!”

Freya to stay put, they were on their way to investigate.

up the phone, Freya looked around. Standing here was undoubtedly risky. There was no cover around, and the person she encountered earlier had a crossbow. If they realized their

Melissa’s sake, she

steeled herself, standing vigilant at the same spot.