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.

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

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

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

untimely demise of a

the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

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

cold face, “Mind

“Knew nothing about it?”

advanced, 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 single tear shed in his memory. She’s nothing but

the latter

got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you

down and didn’t refute

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

“Mom, do you realize what you’re

for what my daughter

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me. Why is she

his death. Don’t you hate me at

away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you deeply. I will honor his

to ache, and she felt a

trying to stop the

bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this

it with trembling

letter aside for now. Find a seat and

each other for support

inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached Maverick’s

small photo adorned

image was marred by the raindrops

familiar yet aloof countenance with just

It was Maverick.

him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold

the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and

ever truly loved. From now on, she would

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water