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.

it didn't matter if she was remembered or

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be sad.

slightly awkward voice broke the silence. "You better take good

was like

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

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 holding onto it and looking

by the

really the one she had made for Barbara

couldn't even remember it

ad still withered, a Her eyes

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

Barbara wiped, the more tears fell, like broken beads silently rolling

gazed at Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled with anxiety

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