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.

business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each in

demise of a young

in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with

Sheralyn escorted Frida out

up and noticed Gwendolyn

instant, intense

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

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

about it?” Sheralyn advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as she

brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single

“Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn before the

back at

the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend her?” Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept her head down

face, Frida approached

Sheralyn was taken aback.

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

grief and speaks

you can

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been

different today? “Sheralyn is right, I

Tears rolled down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped

“Mr. Harris is right.

choice, it means he must

honor his

you deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip of her

her palm, trying to stop the

from her bag and

for you to have

I haven’t

took it with trembling

added, “Let’s set the letter

and take your time to read it

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for

kept the letter

come to pay their respects had left,

small photo adorned the

marred by the raindrops that fell

familiar yet aloof countenance

It was Maverick.

her phone and villa for a photo

to behold his image on the tombstone in the days to

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

only man she had ever truly

she would never hear his tender