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.

one after

demise

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

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted

glanced up and noticed Gwendolyn

instant, intense anger

would he be dead? How dare you show your face here?” Gwendolyn did not argue back but

with a cold face, “Mind

Sheralyn advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as

ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed

a heartless b*tch—” “Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out

back at

too? Are you out of your mind to defend her?” Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept

tears still staining her face, Frida approached

Sheralyn was taken aback.

you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head to her?” Frida disregarded Sheralyn’s words and looked

grief

hope you

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean

different today? “Sheralyn is right, I am responsible for his

rolled down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped

“Mr. Harris is right.

it means he must have

will honor

Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight

squeezed her palm, trying to stop the

blank envelope from her bag

requested for you to have this in

I haven’t

it

the

your time to read it when you

and Sheralyn leaned on each

carefully kept the letter

who had come to pay their respects had

photo adorned the

image was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily upon

familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

her phone and villa for a photo of him but to

her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the

her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process

was the only man she had ever truly

would never hear his tender crooning