Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

funeral finally came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed

untimely demise of a

two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging

had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you,

not argue back but

face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was

“Knew nothing about it?”

she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in

Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more

looked back at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong

her head down and didn’t refute

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing

apologize to you for

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to me. Why is she acting

responsible for his death.

with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he

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

tightly squeezed her palm, trying

“He requested for you to have

took it with trembling

set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read

each other

letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come

photo

marred by the raindrops

yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the days to

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

ever truly loved. From

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off