Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 205 Frida Had Changed 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.

Unnoticed by anyone, her fingertips, concealed 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 pain.

In the cemetery, Frida was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears.

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

The funeral finally came to an end.

and friends departed one after the other, each in a

untimely demise

Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

Gwendolyn standing under

an instant, intense

brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why would he be dead? How

said with a cold face, “Mind your words!

it?” Sheralyn advanced, her eyes ablaze

she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not

“Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more

looked back at her mother in

She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out

face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

Sheralyn was taken aback.

bowing your head to her?” Frida disregarded Sheralyn’s words and looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you

with grief and

hope you can forgive

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean

“Sheralyn is right, I am responsible for

rolled down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a

“Mr. Harris is right.

it means he

will honor

deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and

palm, trying to stop the tears

retrieved a blank envelope from her bag and handed

you to have this in

I haven’t

it

“Let’s set the letter aside for

a seat and take your time

Sheralyn leaned on each other

the letter inside her

pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery

small photo

the raindrops that

Gwendolyn easily recognized the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

her phone and villa for a photo of him but

her that she would only be able to behold his

delicately wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle

only man she had

she would never hear