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.

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

from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support

finally came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one

the untimely demise of

sympathized with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

you!

back but instead

face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the

“Knew nothing about it?”

Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her!

Sheralyn before the latter could curse out

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

kept her head down and didn’t

face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a

you realize what you’re doing?

to you for what my daughter

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

to me. Why

his death. Don’t you

smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means

caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip of

her palm, trying to stop the tears from

from her bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for

took it with trembling

Find a seat and take your

Sheralyn leaned on each other

and friends who had

photo adorned the

image was marred by the raindrops

recognized the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her phone and villa for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on

delicately wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating

the only man she had ever truly loved. From now

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water