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.

departed one

untimely demise of a

recognizing that their lives would be

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted

glanced up and noticed Gwendolyn standing

intense anger surged within

he be dead? How dare you show your face here?” Gwendolyn did not

a cold face, “Mind your words! She

nothing about it?” Sheralyn advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as

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

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

at her mother in

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

staining her face, Frida

Sheralyn was taken aback.

realize 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

is overwhelmed with grief

hope you can

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to

today? “Sheralyn is right, I

hate me at all?” Tears rolled down Frida’s cheeks

“Mr. Harris is right.

such a choice, it means he must have loved

honor

heart to ache, and

squeezed her palm, trying to stop the

her bag

for you to have

I haven’t

it with

set the letter

seat and take your time to read it when

on each other for

carefully kept the

had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached Maverick’s tombstone

photo adorned the

was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily

the familiar yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her phone and villa for a photo of him but

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

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

the only man she had ever truly

on, she would never hear