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 feel

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

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

demise of

individuals sympathized with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise!

argue back but

getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this

“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.

the latter

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

Gwendolyn kept her head down and didn’t

her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

was taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to me. Why is she acting so different

his death. Don’t you hate

right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you

ache, and she

tightly squeezed her palm, trying to

handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry, I haven’t read

it with trembling

a seat and take your time to read

on each other

who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached

small photo

the

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

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 tombstone in the days to

delicately wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements

truly loved. From

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water stains