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.

friends departed one after the other, each

the untimely demise of a young

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

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

up and noticed Gwendolyn

an instant, intense anger surged

you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why would he be

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

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

herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at

“Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn

back at her mother in

Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend her?” Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept her head down and didn’t

staining her face, Frida

Sheralyn was taken aback.

what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head to her?” Frida disregarded Sheralyn’s words and looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a

is overwhelmed with grief

you can forgive

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to

“Sheralyn is right, I am responsible

me at all?” Tears rolled down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away

“Mr. Harris is right.

it means he must have loved you

honor

Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and

trying to stop the

blank envelope from her

to have

worry, I

Gwendolyn took it with trembling

added, “Let’s set the letter

seat and take your time to

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each

the letter

their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached

small photo

the raindrops that

familiar yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her phone and villa for a photo of him but to no

dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on

off the photo, her movements gentle and

only man she had ever truly

would never hear his tender