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.

arm on the car window, and gestured with

surged. “You promised me you’d let

a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why do you trust everyone so easily? That’s not good.”

she 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

armed herself and aimed at them.

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

tightened around his

and determined. She knew taking him out would end the crisis, even if

and she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he

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

she noticed this. “Mr. Strategist!”

of color from the strangulation, Jamie remained silent.

might defy his orders and shoot

on the man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood

tried to hold on, he managed to break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am

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

with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I