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.

knew was amiable and approachable. He

the tree. It was still there, as it had been

changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry state resembled her current

Ethan walked out of the mansion, the same sight greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the

better today than the past few days. The first rays of the sun cast its glow

air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were

look at him

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

face him. They stood close

to drink the apple cider you made one

and took some time to respond. “The apple season has

“Can you treat it as

months. He turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he

Next year …

tree. She wouldn’t be able to wait for another year. “You must

“Yes.”

be happy if I die?”

a beat at her words, and his thoughts became empty.

time, he recomposed himself and calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some apple

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

she thought of taking revenge on him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when

box of frozen apples from the fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied

it was

of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush

as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then

once cozy mansion now stood cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows

her stomach did not

the soup into a thermos flask and into

she fallen from being his priority

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

apple cider is ready,” Ethan said, unaware

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