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.

direction the camera faced and found that it was pointing at a secluded

together, forming

perfect for couples to have some

squinted her eyes.

anyone who had visited the woods on the day of the incident, it could be a lead to follow up on. At that, she tucked the camera into

the library probably had charging outlets. She planned to charge the camera there

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

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

arrow bolt flew past her from behind, embedding itself directly where she had been standing

a while ago, before

to see a gray figure not far away. Seeing that the first shot missed,

him, but he had a crossbow!

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

her steps swift. She followed

and vaulted over it from the edge of the lake.

the wall, she came to a stop. She didn’t know what lay beyond the wall.

the wall where the person had left.

path, the only ways were through the woods or over the wall, and

of thinking had been wrong! The perpetrator might have entered

the person who attacked her just now was the killer, but after a scare, people would instinctively choose a 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 footprint in a high position.

their leg so high, even for a split. This

and called Officer Jonathan Copper, who

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

the phone, Jonathan instructed Freya to stay put, they were on their way to investigate.

There was no cover around, and

lips together. For Melissa’s

standing vigilant at