The Ex and Her Riches

It was raining heavily, and the bodyguard held an umbrella over Frida.

She walked to the side alone to examine the letter.

No one witnessed the expression of shock on her face.

She tightly clutched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few minutes of internal conflict, she stowed away the envelope and returned to Maverick’s grave.

“Mom, what did Maverick say?”

Frida’s face bore a look of devastation as she completely disregarded Sheralyn, seemingly oblivious to her question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did Maverick write in the letter?”

Sheralyn attempted to grab the envelope from Frida’s hand, but the latter skillfully evaded her. Sheralyn thought it was odd and went to snatch the letter again.

In a moment of desperation, Frida tore and crumpled the letter she had opened before swiftly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

“Mrs. Wright!”

Everyone was stunned by her action.

Instead of giving everyone an explanation, Frida rushed into the rain and hugged the cold tombstone of Maverick. She wailed, “Maverick! My son, you were still so young. How could you leave me and your sister behind…”

She howled until her voice was hoarse, and the grief etched on her face touched everyone present, causing their eyes to unconsciously turn red.

Coming from a prestigious family, Frida had always maintained an air of nobility. It was the first time she had publicly lost control, embracing the tombstone while crying uncontrollably. Surprisingly, no one deemed her behavior inappropriate.

Even her act of swallowing the entire letter moments ago was understandable. A mother had lost her beloved son, after all. Moreover, Maverick was the most promising child of the Wright family.

Frida’s heart was irreparably shattered.

Gwendolyn watched from a distance, her eyes red but devoid of tears, and her expression remained stoic.

her fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had

Frida was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words,

end. The business partners, relatives, and friends

lamented the untimely demise of a

women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking in the

had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

Gwendolyn standing under the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why would he be dead? How

back but instead

bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the

“Knew nothing about it?”

feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in his memory. She’s nothing

stopped Sheralyn before the latter

back at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend

her head down and didn’t refute

tears still staining her face, Frida

you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head to

said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking.

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

mean to me.

I am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me at

Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have

ache, and she felt a slight soreness at

her palm, trying to stop the tears from

Gwendolyn. “He requested for

took it with trembling

added, “Let’s set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read

Sheralyn leaned on each other for support and left

kept the letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects

small photo adorned

by the raindrops

recognized the familiar yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the days

photo, her movements gentle and patient,

From

tirelessly wiped off