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

lamented the untimely demise of

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

Sheralyn escorted Frida out

noticed Gwendolyn standing

an instant, intense

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

cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was your brother’s

eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze

life for her! But look at her, not a single

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

at her mother in

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

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

Sheralyn was taken aback.

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

overwhelmed with grief and

you can

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been

“Sheralyn is right, I am responsible for

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

“Mr. Harris is right.

choice, it means

will honor

ache, and she

her palm, trying to stop the tears from

her

for you to

I

it with trembling

added, “Let’s set the letter aside

a seat and take your time to read it when you

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on

the letter

pay their respects had left,

photo adorned the

image was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily

Gwendolyn easily recognized the familiar yet

It was Maverick.

her phone and villa for a photo of

on her that she would only be able to behold

droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the

the only man she had ever truly

she would never hear his