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.

lazily, resting his arm on the car window, and gestured with his

promised me you’d let them go!”

lit car, he lifted his mask and lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why do you trust

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 between her handcuffs

armed herself and aimed at

confined space, Freya knew she had nowhere to 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 her limits.

that moment, Jamie struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around

remained resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him out would end the crisis, even if it meant risking her life.

was cold, and she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why,

her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it red.

increasingly anxious when she

his face drained of color from the

orders and

and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored

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

she struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth but was haunted by the image of

amusement, he adjusted his suit collar 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