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.

if she was remembered

room fell silent for

kept her gaze down, not

she felt a weight on

be sad. Here,

broke the silence. "You better take

was like that

wreath off her head. "Who

said, "Miss Young, this is the one you gave to Mrs. Tudor a while back. She has kept it safe ever since. But later, when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored

startled by

really the one she had

even remember

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

wiped the corner of her eye.

the more tears fell, like broken

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

opened her arms. "Sure, come here, a hug will