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.

the Ethan she knew was amiable and approachable. He was an excellent cook, and he spoiled her

wandered, she found herself walking alone toward the tree. It was still there, as

everything had changed, including the man she’d been with. Even the tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry state resembled her current relationship with

greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple tree from below. A gentle

weather was way better today than the past few days. The first rays of

fair skin glowed under it, making her look like a fairy who would vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was pale, and she still wore the clothes she wore last

She did not look at him but was able to sense

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

turned to face him. They stood close to

apple cider you made one last

was taken aback and took some time to respond. “The apple season has passed. Stop wasting your

a little puffy as she muttered, “Can you treat it as my

to have changed a lot in just three months. He turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen ones from last year

Next year …

of the tree. She wouldn’t be able

“Yes.”

if I die?” She turned

heart skipped a beat at her words, and his thoughts became empty. For a moment, it felt like he

calmly said, “Fine.

lips turning up

taking revenge on him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when he received the news about her death one day. Would he

out the box of frozen apples from the fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this was probably the last time he would cook

least it was

air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush over when she smelled roasted marshmallows in

she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years ago.

no longer here

of warm water, she felt that her stomach

Ethan pouring some of the soup

fallen from being his priority and

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

apple cider is ready,” Ethan said,

in her hands. It tasted just the same as before, but she had already lost her appetite