My ex-husband wants to get back together after three years.

I laughed when I heard that Aron wanted to marry me again. He's crazy. How dare he. When I heard he was going to donate bone marrow to my brother, I understood. This was something he could do. He's bad and mean. Let it be. A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper. I can't do what he wants. Aron asked me to go outside, but I said no. We met in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. I arrived right on time, but Aron didn't show. A luxury car parked in front of the door. Aron got out and the driver drove away. He was dressed well and walked with confidence. He smiled warmly and looked at me. As if we'd never had a disagreement. He ruffled my hair and said hello. I dodged like I was being attacked. His hand was still in the air. I said, "Go inside, it's getting late." He said behind me, "I dreamt of you last night. You still look the same as you did in school, with a refined spirit." I stopped, turned around and said, "You might be possessed. Get your friends to help you look." He followed me closely and didn't get annoyed when he heard that. I know him from junior high. He's easy-going and cheerful, but a bit self-centred. The marriage certificate is smooth. I flicked the book, thinking I'll change it to another when my brother's things are done. Aron asked me to go home with him. "We're married, so we should live together." I was no longer indifferent and hit him. "You didn't marry Ada. What happened between you two? " His face changed a few times before he smiled. "I need to get well before I donate my bone marrow. What if you don't take care of me?" I looked into his eyes and realised he wasn't vain. He seemed to have a goal in mind. I smiled and said, "Let's try it." I went home and he helped me move. He was never there when I needed him. Aron was so enthusiastic that he moved a box I had tidied up and spilled everything inside. I started to pack. Aron came to help, but when he saw a piece of paper, he stopped and looked scared. He's broken his defence for the first time since he asked me to marry him. After we married, Aron's family changed. Business went bad and his father got sick. His mother asked me to have a child to help his father. I was only twenty-four, had just got an offer from a big company and was starting a new job. With my mother-in-law's situation, I quit my job and helped Aron run the business. I began to prepare for pregnancy according to my mother-in-law's instructions. I don't mind being a mother if it helps. My personal interests don't matter. But things can happen. I helped Aron pull clients, and the driver took me to a strange construction site. When I got off the car, I stepped on it and fell into a ditch, and my child couldn't be saved. I need to undergo a curettage surgery. This surgery is already very mature and theoretically should not have any problems. But this small probability still happened to me. I have developed intrauterine adhesions, which is a serious form of infertility. I had to stop my current work and embark on a long and painful journey of treatment. Aron took my hand and said, "I don't pity this child. it's not the right time for him to come. Don't listen to my mother." "Be good." I thought, Why did I listen to your mother? I love you. I held his hand and said, "Let's be together. The next road is tough, but we'll get through it together." Aron agreed, eyes red. But how did he change?