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.

relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each in a

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a young business

the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would

escorted Frida

Gwendolyn standing

intense

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

bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about

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

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

nothing but a heartless b*tch—” “Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more

at

too? Are you out of your mind to

Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

Sheralyn was taken aback.

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

overwhelmed with grief and

you can

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to

acting so different today? “Sheralyn is right,

at all?” Tears rolled down Frida’s cheeks as

“Mr. Harris is right.

such a choice, it means he

will honor his

heart to ache, and she felt a slight

trying to stop

blank envelope from her bag and handed it

to have this

I haven’t

took it with trembling

“Let’s set the letter aside

take your time to read it

Sheralyn leaned on each other for support and left

kept the

friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached

small photo adorned

image was marred by the raindrops that fell

the familiar yet aloof countenance with just a single

It was Maverick.

villa for a photo of him

only be able to behold his image

wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again and

the only man

now on, she would never hear his tender