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.

beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could no longer

incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words, her emotional

funeral finally came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each

lamented the untimely demise of a young

women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

and noticed 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

not argue back

cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was your brother’s own

“Knew nothing about it?”

her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a

before the latter could curse

her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you

her head down and didn’t refute a

face, Frida approached

“Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your

at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to me. Why is she acting so

am responsible for his

away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice,

and she

palm, trying to stop the

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

took it with trembling

aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read it when

leaned on each

After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she

small photo adorned the

the raindrops that fell heavily upon

familiar yet aloof countenance

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her 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 the

photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the

only man she had ever truly loved. From now on, she would never hear his

she tirelessly wiped off the water stains