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, not running tests.”

living room. She glanced at the clock and said, “It’s past five.

“Go ahead.”

change of clothes, and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several deep breaths, checked for surveillance devices, and

sealed bag containing a makeshift “mobile phone.” It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and

ready, Freya began 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

makeshift “mobile phone” was complete. Although it was operational, it still looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip

to her limited access to electronic

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

glimpsed the villa’s garden, and the towering walls blocked her

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

at the vanity, Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with anxiety. She didn’t know if

seemed

Caltun, Radley arrived at a private airport, dressed castially and

arrangements before heading to