My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 The Photos Taken in Secret As Freya was still lost in thought, Matthew suddenly spoke up. “Kittie, I never would have guessed that you’re married.” Freya sneered. “And now, I’m about to become a divorced woman. Mr. Hood, I’m leaving.” Matthew watched her leave the private room. His narrow eyes were filled with a hint of inexplicable amusement as he gazed at her slender and straight back. Coming out of the room, Freya took a deep breath and pushed the events of the day out of her mind. She called Isabella to get the latter’s location. When she found Isabella, Isabella was drinking with great enthusiasm. “Let’s go.” Freya waved at her bestie. “Now?” Isabella staggered to stand up. Seeing that Isabella’s face was reddened, she knew that her bestie had too much to drink. Freya could only accept the situation and walked up to her friend, gritting her teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me that I’m married?” In a haze, Isabella murmured, “Huh? I thought you already knew.” She wrapped her arms around Freya’s neck. “Didn’t your brother tell you?” Hearing that, Freya cursed Braxton in her heart. He had told her that Radley was a sc*mbag, so why didn’t he also tell her that she was actually married to that sc*mbag?! Meanwhile, Isabella was quite drunk, so Freya took her friend back to her family’s house. As soon as they entered the door, Freya saw Braxton sitting on the sofa with a sullen expression and crossed legs. At the sound of them entering, Braxton looked up. “Oh, there you are.”

But when he saw his sister supporting Isabella’s body, he was surprised. “Why is she here?” “Huh?” As Freya panted heavily, she threw Isabella onto the sofa.

Isabella bumped into Braxton, uttered a sound of discomfort, and frowned. Braxton’s body stiffened. Awkwardly, he pushed Isabella’s head to the other side with one finger. In the meantime, Freya went to the table and drank a big glass of water before instructing her brother, “You should help Isabella to the guest room.” “Hey…” Before Braxton could say something, Freya suddenly turned around and gave him a cold stare. “I haven’t settled the score with you yet.” “Huh?” Instantly, Braxton shut up. Although he didn’t know what was going on, it was obviously wiser to stay quiet at times like this. He turned back and kicked Isabella’s toe lightly. “Hey, can you stand up?” With her eyes shut, Isabella didn’t respond. It seemed that she was on the verge of falling asleep. … Standing in front of Isabella and looking down at her for a while, Braxton eventually let out a heavy sigh, bent down, and carried her up from the sofa. One of his arms went under her legs whereas the other went under her back. When her brother carried Isabella into the guest room, Freya was still standing in the same spot, dazed. A while later, she came to her senses, rubbed her chin, and smiled. It seemed that something had happened between those two during the two years she had lost her memory. Freya returned to her room, took a shower, and lay down in bed to prepare for sleep when she suddenly recalled the man whom she had met in the bar. That man could be considered her husband now. Then, she remembered her old phone. After the car accident, she bought a new phone and kept the old one in a drawer in her room. At the thought of that, she turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, and found her old phone.

There was no important information on the phone, as she wasn’t the type to keep a diary. However, she loved taking photos. Freya clicked into the photo album, and her fingertips froze on the screen. All of the photos were about her everyday life. Some of the photos showed her preparing a table full of dishes, and she was clearly waiting for someone. There were also photos taken in rooms that she was not familiar with. Photos of Radley took up most of the storage, actually. There were photos of his side profiles and backs. Clearly, they were taken without permission. Some were even very blurry because they were taken in secret. Seeing those photos, Freya clenched her phone and felt a strange discomfort in her heart, even though she couldn’t remember anything. Soon, her gaze fixed on the last photo. It was a photo of a woman and Radley embracing each other. The discomfort in Freya’s heart disappeared right away and was replaced by anger. Radley was indeed a sc*mbag! He cheated on her during their marriage! The next day, Freya got up early and went to the city hall. Radley was also punctual. He wore a white shirt. His figure was tall and slender. Under the sunlight, his features were unbelievably handsome. In contrast to his features, his expression and aura were extremely cold. Freya suspected that she might have married him because of his good looks. “You’re on time today,” he mocked. Freya was irritated by his icy and derisive tone. She gave him an indifferent glance and said, “Cut it out. Let’s get this divorce over with.” Upon saying that, she walked into the city hall on her own. Radley watched her back and furrowed his brow slightly.

Last night, he had asked his assistant to look into her medical history, but no hospital had any records of Freya’s past medical treatment. And there was no information about the car accident either. So, was her amnesia real? If it wasn’t, then why did she suddenly become so resolute? Somehow, he couldn’t seem to… Upon standing there still for a while, Radley eventually ignored the abnormality and followed Freya into the city hall.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.