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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to detail was no

eyes. “Tree peonies are my brother’s favorite flowers. That was when I started questioning everything. It

as she hadn’t

eyes.

that 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

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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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

that she had never truly known

“Freya, I

losing consciousness. He was clearly struggling to keep his

had just been dismissed by Edward,

of them.

for a while.

bit down on his cheeks and used the pain to fuel his consciousness as he hissed, “Edward! How are you going

his feet, his body trembling as he

at Jamie, his gaze

her. It’s the same as when you used to play with your favorite toys as a child. You liked them so much that you would dismantle them and rea*semble them until the toy became what you wanted. There’s

already collapsed onto the

lips and turned to Freya. “Let me take you away

Although she knew that this. was a rare opportunity… If she left,

“But your illness…”

incurable. It’s terminal. Still, you need to leave right now. This is your last chance. Otherwise, my

Freya. Yet, there was no denying that he understood his brother best and vice

she was still hesitating, he approached her and boldly held her hand for the first time.

led Freya out of the

Monkey had just returned and was surprised to see Edward and Freya. Nevertheless, he still respectfully bowed to Freya

with disdain as he was aware that this was Jamie’s subordinate. So, he put on a sunny smile and said, “Sir, my brother drank too much and fell asleep in the dining room. Could you please help me take him back to his

Monkey immediately nodded.

Freya’s hand and went straight to

even if I take you with me, we might not be

“But what about you?”

grip on her hand

destined to die. It doesn’t matter whether my ending comes sooner rather than later. Besides, I no longer have any regrets after