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

room fell silent

kept her gaze down, not looking at

felt a weight

be sad. Here,

"You better take

like that of a

the wreath off her head. "Who

regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today, out of nowhere, she started asking for it, so I found it and gave it to her. She has been

by the

she

even remember

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

the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit you, okay? Please

more tears fell, like broken beads silently rolling down

Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled with anxiety and helplessness.

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