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,

untimely demise of a

family, recognizing that their lives would

left, Sheralyn escorted

noticed Gwendolyn standing under

an instant, intense anger surged within

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 did not argue back but instead

with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew

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

his life for her! But look at her, not

Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse

back at her mother in

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,

tears still staining her face, Frida approached

Sheralyn was taken aback.

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

is overwhelmed with grief and

you can forgive

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been

today? “Sheralyn is right, I am responsible for his

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

“Mr. Harris is right.

Maverick made such a choice, it

honor

to ache, and she felt a

trying

her

you to have

I haven’t

took it with trembling

set the letter aside for

and take your time to read it when

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for

carefully kept the letter inside her

relatives and friends who had come to pay their

small photo

image was marred by the raindrops

yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her phone and villa for a photo of

she would only be able to behold his image on the

photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again and

was the only man she had

never hear his tender crooning