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.

it was pointing at a secluded spot, hidden. among

trees grew closely together, forming a natural semicircle.

have some exciting and

squinted her eyes.

visited the woods on the day of the incident, it

the library probably had charging outlets. She planned

her footsteps momentarily paused as she heard the faint sound of snapping

down her spine. Without hesitation, she swiftly moved aside.

flew past her from behind, embedding itself directly where she had been standing moments. ago.

Freya’s back. If it were a while ago, before she had given birth, the arrow would’ve pierced through her right

far away. Seeing that the first shot missed, the figure immediately

fishy about him, but he had a crossbow!

her teeth. She couldn’t hesitate further. She had been investigating for so long without finding any leads.

chase after the figure. Her body was agile, her steps swift. She followed the path

a wall and vaulted over it from the edge

a stop. She didn’t know what lay beyond the wall. Jumping over it recklessly could make her an easy target when she was exposed.

stared at the wall where

To reach Swan Lake, apart from the main path, the only ways were through the woods or over the wall, and neither of

my line of thinking had been wrong! The perpetrator might have

would instinctively choose a place they had previously successfully escaped from.

a split. This was the last push-off after a running start,

Freya stayed where she was and called Officer Jonathan Copper, who was in charge of

Freya, Melissa’s cousin. I’m at Evergreen University right now,

of the phone, Jonathan instructed Freya to stay put, they

hanging 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.

pressed her lips together. For Melissa’s sake, she

steeled herself, standing vigilant at the same