My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

resting his arm on the car window,

anxiety surged. “You promised me you’d

Behind that mask, a sly smile

clenched her teeth and saw Inken collapsed in the distance. She glanced at the handcuffs on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a sudden move, using her considerable strength to lunge forward and loop the chain

herself and aimed at

hide. Hence, she hoped the handcuffs in her hands would explode, taking everyone in the car down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape. Then, she gritted her teeth, and with Radley’s image in her mind, she pushed herself to

struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade to hold off.

Freya remained resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him

on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented her from shooting Freya.

strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it red. She closed her eyes and

when she noticed

face drained of color from

her teeth, contemplating that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if

to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled

He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am with you,

bursts of white light blurred her vision.

and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I let them go, we wouldn’t be