My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 419 The Real Edward

There was a moment of silence in the restaurant as Freya stared at Edward in disbelief.

Edward’s entire demeanor had changed; he was no longer the sunny and vibrant young man he usually was. He sat there as if nothing had happened, but there was a hint of coldness in

his demeanor.

In that instant, Edward and Jamie truly looked like brothers.

She had always believed that these two brothers were nothing alike. Edward was innocent, cheery, and full of vitality.

But at that moment, she realized that she had never truly known him.

Was this the real him?

The veins on Jamie’s neck bulged as he forced out a laugh. “Edward, are you done pretending?”

There was a hint of iciness on Edward’s face as he responded, “Jamie, you know very well that I like her. Yet, you kept her locked up here. You’ve gone too far.”

you find out?!”

Edward gentled the look on his face when he looked at her. There was even a glimmer of fondness for her in his eyes.

Her heart trembled, and she snapped her head toward Edward. “When did

“Do you remember the first time we went for a stroll in the backyard after I regained consciousness?” Edward said.

She frowned, unable to figure out just when he had discovered the truth.

Jamie had always been a meticulous man. So, he had ordered all the servants to treat her as the mistress of the villa whenever they were around Edward.

Edward naturally sensed her confusion, so he patiently explained, “That day, we saw some flowers in the yard. I asked you if there were still roses in this season, and you said yes.”

She suddenly recalled that particular detail and she pursed her lips. “What of it?”

Edward turned to look at Jamie coolly. “Those weren’t roses; they were peonies. Strictly speaking, they were tree peonies. If you were truly the owner here, the servants would have chosen flowers according to the owner’s preferences. How could they choose a flower that the owner doesn’t recognize?”

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was no less than

hint of regret in his eyes. “Tree peonies are my brother’s favorite flowers. That was when I started questioning everything. It all turned to head when you gave me the injection. I

as she hadn’t expected Edward to possess such

eyes.

since I’m always in the sick room and never leaving the house, I wouldn’t notice a thing. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Lies always leave traces.”

I deliberately ignored them. Perhaps deep down, I was being selfish and only wanted you to accompany me. So, I intentionally overlooked those clues. However, your recent mental state has been poor. Now, I have no choice but to let you go.”

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my brother hasn’t breathed a word about his plans, the servants in this villa treat me too well. When I told them to remove the wine, they did as they were told. Their actions showed that you are nothing but a guest in this place. My brother may have arranged everything perfectly, but he forgot about that little detail.

and realized that

“Freya, I promise I’ll set

losing consciousness. He was clearly struggling to keep his focus

the dining room had just been dismissed by Edward, leaving only the three

of them.

for a

his consciousness as he hissed, “Edward! How are you going to recover without her? You can’t let

his body trembling as he

at Jamie, his gaze was clear and impa*sive,

child. You liked them so much that you would dismantle them and rea*semble them until the

already collapsed onto

lips and turned to Freya. “Let

she knew that

“But your illness…”

in the world, Freya. I’ve known for a long time that my illness is incurable. It’s terminal. Still,

loved Freya. Yet, there was no denying that he

she was still hesitating, he approached her and boldly held

out of the dining room, pa*sing through the hallway.

had just returned and was surprised to see Edward and Freya. Nevertheless,

Jamie’s subordinate. So, he put on a sunny smile and said, “Sir,

Monkey immediately nodded.

and went straight to

been given explicit orders to never let you out of the premises. So, even if I take you with me, we might not be

anxious. “But what

walking, but his tightened grip on

already destined to die. It doesn’t matter whether my ending comes sooner rather than later. Besides,