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.

deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could no longer feel

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

end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one

demise

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

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

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

did not argue back but instead lowered

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

“Knew nothing about it?”

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

stopped Sheralyn before the latter

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

staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a

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

“I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I hope

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

mean to me. Why is

is right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t you

cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must

caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and

trying to

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

it with

aside for now. Find a seat

Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for support and left

carefully kept the letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered

small photo adorned

image was marred by the raindrops that fell

Gwendolyn easily recognized the familiar yet

It was Maverick.

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

water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again and

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

tears as she tirelessly wiped