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.

relatives, and friends

lamented the untimely demise

the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted

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, why would he be dead? How dare you show

did not argue back but instead lowered her

bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your

“Knew nothing about it?”

advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So 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 his memory. She’s

before the latter could

the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to

head down and didn’t refute

Frida approached Gwendolyn

do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head

heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I hope you

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to me. Why

is right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t you

she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must

deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt

her palm, trying to stop

retrieved a blank envelope from her bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in

took it

aside for now. Find a seat and take your time

leaned on each other

and friends who had

small photo adorned the

the raindrops that fell heavily

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

and villa for a photo of him but 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

the photo, her movements gentle and patient,

loved. From now on,

tirelessly wiped off the