My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

When Freya walked into Edward’s room, Jamie stood by her side and was attentive to her every move. He quickly pulled out a chair and joined her when she sat down.

However, Edward hesitated before saying, “Frea, I’ve heard from Jamie about my condition. I have stomach cancer, and it might be advanced-stage, right?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Freya. She reached out and gently held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to help you get better.”

He glanced at their intertwined hands, finding comfort in Freya’s support despite the grim circumstances. He knew it would demand a lot from her, but with his life on the line, he allowed himself to enjoy this final indulgence. He squeezed her hand and said, “Thank you for being here with me.”

She offered a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Now that you’re awake, we can run some tests that we couldn’t do earlier. Can you stand?”

He tried to get up, but his prolonged bed rest had weakened him. As he wobbled, Jamie quickly supported him. Then, they headed to the medical equipment room, where Freya conducted the necessary tests. Afterward, she accompanied Edward to his bed, with Jamie trailing behind. She stayed for a while before exiting the room.

Once outside the room, Jamie’s demeanor turned indifferent, contrasting his earlier demeanor.

However, she shot him a scornful look before turning to leave.

He followed her until they exited the corridor and asked, “Why didn’t you use the medical equipment 1 brought from Caltun?”

because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So, she retorted, “That equipment is for drug research,

She glanced at the clock and said, “It’s past five. I’ll head back to my room after dinner.

“Go ahead.”

and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several

was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then, she took a chip from her sleeve, its

assembling them. Time was of the essence, as her bedroom was under surveillance. Her usual bathing time was about thirty minutes, and she couldn’t afford to raise any suspicions with Jamie.

was operational, it still looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip on the board to test it. A number appeared on the screen. So, she quickly

a phone number. Plus, due to her limited access to electronic components, each call lasted only about ten seconds. Without the capability to receive signals, she could only speak but couldn’t hear any responses.

set to block unknown numbers,” Freya whispered, seeing a signal light on the circuit board illuminate. “Radley, it’s Freya!” She paused and continued, “I’m in Floravalea! The three professors I was working with have been kidnapped. Tell Braxton that the Strategist is Jamie Fraser! We’re in a Floravalean-style villa surrounded by red maple

the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with no other clues to offer Radley. She

components and flushed them down the toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved one tile aside after a struggle to hide her phone. She carefully replaced the ceiling tile, believing it to be a safe

the faucet, quickly wet her hair, and hastily put on her robe before leaving the bathroom. Sitting at the vanity, Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with anxiety.

night seemed endless.

arrived at a private airport, dressed castially and

we must make arrangements before