Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 4 How Fast You Change Your Tune

Frida was completely staggered by Gwendolyn’s imposing aura.

Is this still my meek daughter-in-law?

“Oh, I understand now! You were merely putting on an act in the past!”

Growing increasingly incensed as she mulled over the latter’s change, Frida gritted her teeth and threatened, “I’m never going to let this incident today slide! I’ll tell Maverick about it and have him divorce you! This time, I’m going to kick you out of the family even if you beg me on your knees!”

However, Gwendolyn merely sneered with a contemptuous expression on her face.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you this earlier. Just ten minutes ago, I’d already gotten divorced from Maverick. From now on, I’ll never again take a single step into the Wright residence even if you beg me on your knees.”

Divorced? And a while ago, at that? How could that be? This bumpkin had been shamelessly clinging to the Wright family in the past, yet she has finally given up?

Eyeing her retreating back dubiously, Frida gave Maverick a call right then and there to verify that piece of news.

“Have you really gotten divorced, Maverick?”

Maverick grunted in affirmation, but a frown then marred his countenance. “Who told you when it had just been finalized a moment ago?”

bumped into Gwendolyn, and that b*tch even raised her voice

still stained Frida’s face, but she promptly broke into a wide grin at the thought that the couple had truly gotten divorced. She even started crowing, “This is great! You’ve finally gotten a divorce! How could a woman of unknown origins from an orphanage be worthy of

line, his mood

fact, an inexplicable trace of irritation and

of three million and a mansion in

she survive in the future? Oh well, she’ll come and seek me out when she’s at

took a taxi back to the little mansion belonging to her and Maverick that

were far too heavy, so much so that

to pack her luggage. When she had done so, she didn’t want to tarry in

living room turned around and looked

in a snow-white dress, smiling innocently. “It’s been a long

momentarily, seemingly never having expected

key to the mansion? So, he’s allowing her to move

of repulsion flooded Gwendolyn. Nonetheless, she elegantly descended the stairs with a

Natasha’s expression froze imperceptibly. But in the next

is increasingly more like that of the mistress of the Wright family. Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.” Clapping a hand over her mouth, Natasha gave an awkward chuckle before

assert her dominance over her, Gwendolyn wasn’t the least bit angry. The smile on her face remained as airy as

rejects, I’ll hand him to you. Anyhow, don’t get too hasty, or it’ll make you look like a third-party eager

chilly and her expression contorting

each other deeply. If it weren’t for you back then, we would’ve been