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.

one after the other,

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a young

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

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

and noticed Gwendolyn standing under the

instant, intense anger surged within

you, why would he be dead? How dare you show your face here?” Gwendolyn

his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind

her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze

sacrificed his life

stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out

back at

Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend her?” Meanwhile,

face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and

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 for what my daughter

overwhelmed with grief

hope you

” Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to

different today? “Sheralyn is right, I

rolled down Frida’s

“Mr. Harris is right.

a choice, it means

honor his

caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight

tightly squeezed her palm, trying to stop

retrieved a blank envelope from her bag and handed it

to have this

I haven’t

took it with trembling

“Let’s set the letter aside

a seat and take your time to read it when you go

leaned on each other for

kept the letter inside

who had come to pay their respects had left, she

small photo adorned

the

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

had previously scoured her phone and villa for

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

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

the only man

would never hear his tender