After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Barbara slowly lowered her raised hand, her clouded eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Aveline.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing that Barbara had calmed down, Aveline helped her lean back against the headboard and replied, "Yes, we're getting divorced soon."

Barbara pressed further, "When are you getting divorced?"

Aveline answered, "In seven days."

Barbara counted on her fingers and then looked at her, "You better not be lying to me. If you dare lie, I'll still hit you!"

Aveline looked helpless.

If she wanted to hit, she could let her, right?

Pulling a chair over, Aveline sat down and looked at Barbara's wrinkled face. "Grandma, do you really not remember me at all?" Barbara's face remained stern. "Why should I remember you? Are you that important?"

A flicker of sadness crossed Aveline's eyes.

Indeed.

She wasn't important.

didn't matter if she was remembered or

room fell silent

gaze down, not looking at Barbara's

felt a weight on her

be sad. Here,

silence. "You better take good care of

tone was like

to take the wreath off her head. "Who gave this

she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today,

by the caregiver's

this wreath really the one she had made

couldn't even remember

flowell-kept, the leaves and ad still withered, a Her eyes stung with an inexplicable soreness,

corner of her eye. "Hey, why

the more Barbara wiped, the more tears fell,

Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled with anxiety and helplessness. Aveline asked, "Can I

"Sure, come here, a hug