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

verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s

to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each in a

the untimely demise of a

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

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

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

not argue back but instead

face, “Mind your words! She

“Knew nothing about it?”

thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear

Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse

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

her head down

Frida approached

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

looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

me. Why

responsible for his death. Don’t you

“Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a

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

palm, trying to stop the

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

it

the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take

each other for

who had come to pay their respects had left, she

small photo

by the raindrops that fell

Gwendolyn easily recognized the familiar yet

It was Maverick.

phone and villa for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on

her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again

was the only man she had ever truly loved. From now on,

tirelessly wiped off the water stains from the