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.

into her palms. It was as if her heart had

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

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

lamented the untimely demise

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

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

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 dead?

not argue back but instead lowered

said with a cold face, “Mind your words!

“Knew nothing about it?”

thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her!

Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more

“Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding

her head down and didn’t

Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually

before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me. Why is she acting

responsible for his death. Don’t

right. If Maverick made such a choice, it

words “loved you deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she

palm, trying to

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

took it

letter aside for now. Find a seat

on each other for support

the letter 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 tombstone

small photo adorned the

the raindrops that fell

recognized the familiar yet aloof countenance with just

It was Maverick.

avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the days to

the photo, her movements gentle

she had ever truly loved. From now on, she

tirelessly wiped off the water