My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

After leaving the hospital, Freya drove back to the Kaufmann Residence.

As she drove, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

The heavy burden on her heart seemed to have been lifted all at once, leaving her with a sense of relief and lightness in her chest.

The surgery had been successful.

Freya was in a good mood, and her heightened alertness had cased considerably.

A gray car followed her at a distance, tracking her until she reached the gates of the Kaufmann Residence.

The man in the car held professional photography equipment and discreetly captured moments of Freya getting out of her car and closing the door.

Back at home, Freya was immediately interrogated by Sylvia.

“You took your brother to the airport and didn’t return until now! Don’t you think you should explain yourself?” Sylvia’s tone was one of reprimand.

Freya looked helpless. “Mom, when I took my brother to the airport yesterday, Isabella also came over. She said she was bored at home and asked me to go over to her place to hang out.”

Sylvia stared at Freya suspiciously. “Really? Then, why didn’t you call me to let me know? Do you know how worried I was at home?”

Freya wore an apologetic expression and smiled awkwardly.

“Isabella and I were having such a good time yesterday, and we had a bit of wine during dinner. I completely forgot to call.”

“You drank again?!” Sylvia glared.

Freya hurriedly made her escape upstairs. “Mom, I’m an adult now. What’s wrong with having a little wine?”

Seeing Freya flee as if she had done something wrong, Sylvia finally let go of her doubts.

It seemed that Freya did stay at Isabella’s place last night.

In the following days, Freya would leave early in the morning and return late at night, always with a simple excuse.

She was now the director of the herbal sachets brand that was about to be established under the Monaghan Group. Though she held the title of director, she was essentially a brand partner.

to be

suspicions at all.

shuttled between the Kaufmann Residence and the hospital, and

Kaufmann Group,

Ten days passed.

the weekend.

there, holding a bouquet in his hand. “Braxton, you didn’t tell me about such a big thing.

his head and saw Freya, immediately smiling brightly. “Frey,

and casually took the flowers

visit a patient and brings red roses? If people don’t know any better, they’d think you’re here

inserted the flowers into

an eyebrow. “I think red roses look the

for a while, and Isabella arrived with the

the demeanor of a virtuous wife, serving the soup, feeding Braxton, and even wiping the

love is truly frightening,” Matthew commented. “It’s like Isabella has become a different person.”

Matthew’s comment and narrowed her eyes as she turned to him. “Matthew, are you looking

burst into laughter. “It seems like you haven’t changed at all. That’s

if you’re reassured?” Braxton threw a

someone here to accompany you, I’ll

“Okay.”

building, Freya

the recuperation

recent test results. All the values were within the normal range. The one-in- a-million risk had not

pleased expression. “Everything looks

felt relieved. “That’s great. Thank you again,

waved his hand and put the documents back in the drawer, smiling. “I should be the one thanking you, Professor

nothing

a smile before leaving the administrative building. The building was close to

a crowd of people gathered at the hospital’s

puzzled and took

vans parked at the

both reporters and camera