Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Olivia looked at the paper in her hand. It was the address of a cemetery.

Was Ethan’s sister dead?

Even so, what did her father have to do with her death?

If anyone were to know what kind of person her father was, it would be Olivia. And she knew he was not one to harm others, let alone a young woman.

She knew that Brent and Kelvin would not disclose more information and decided to stop probing them. It was silent all the way to the Millers’ residence. Olivia had mixed feelings when they arrived.

Brent politely asked her, “Mrs. Miller, would you like to go inside?”

“No, thanks. I’ll wait for him here.”

This was the final time she would meet him, and it was only to settle their divorce. She did not want to cause more trouble for herself. Besides, every single thing in there would remind her of their time together, and she refused to reminisce about the past.

He was to blame for cherishing her so much back then. Even though he had become colder and more indifferent to her over time, she would never forget how kind and loving he had been.

He should have been someone she hated to the core, but she could not find it in her heart to do so.

The ignition was not turned off, and the inside of the car was warm and comfortable. She was the only one left in the car now.

Her stomach started to hurt again, and she curled up into a fetal position and waited for the sky to brighten up. After that, she shifted into a position where she hugged her knees tightly to her chest.

It was winter, so the days were short and the nights long. It was already seven in the morning now, yet the sky was still rather dark. The leaves had fallen from the apple tree in the garden, making her thoughts drift off to some time in the past.

During the apple season, she yearned to have a taste of apple cider. Knowing this, Ethan helped to pick the fruits for her.

was amiable and approachable. He was an excellent cook, and he spoiled her like

her thoughts wandered, she found herself walking alone toward the tree. It

a couple of dried leaves hung

a thin knitted shirt

than the past few days. The first rays of

of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was

not look at him but was able

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

him. They stood close to each other, yet their

drink the apple cider you

respond. “The apple season has passed. Stop wasting your time,” he said,

little puffy as she muttered, “Can you treat it as my last request before our

look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen

Next year …

her fingers on the rough bark of the tree. She wouldn’t be able

“Yes.”

if I die?” She turned to face him

her words, and his thoughts became empty. For a moment, it felt

and calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some apple

the house, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me

on him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when

he busied

was something

The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush

she passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then moved overseas to prevent himself from being constantly reminded

longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows too, and

down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not

over to find Ethan pouring some of the soup into

when had she fallen from being his priority and

a blind eye to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he was to

Ethan said, unaware of her dampening

stared at the mug in her hands. It tasted just the same as before,