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?”

it be? I bumped into Gwendolyn, and that b*tch even

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 my precious son? She

pressed his lips into a thin line, his mood entirely different from Frida’s

trace of irritation

Gwendolyn wouldn’t easily agree to a divorce. He even prepared a settlement of three million and a mansion in advance. Yet, she was

divorced without any money and family by her side, how will she survive in the future? Oh well, she’ll come and seek

a taxi back to the little mansion belonging to her and Maverick that housed her bitterness and agony

too heavy, so much so

pack her luggage. When

living room turned around

smiling innocently. “It’s been a

was startled momentarily, seemingly never having expected to

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

flooded Gwendolyn. Nonetheless, she elegantly descended

sight of her poise, Natasha’s expression froze imperceptibly. But in the

the Wright family. Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.” Clapping a hand over her

was there to assert her dominance over her, Gwendolyn wasn’t the least

rejects, I’ll hand him to you. Anyhow, don’t get

remark had Natasha’s smile quickly turning chilly

back then, we would’ve been together ages ago. You’re the third