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,

wandered, she found herself walking alone toward the tree.

man she’d been with. Even the tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches

out of the mansion, the same sight greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple tree from below. A gentle breeze blew, gently tousling

days. The first rays of the sun cast its

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

did not look at him but was able

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

face him. They stood close to

to drink the apple cider you made

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

muttered, “Can you treat it as my last request

the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen ones from last

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

I die?” She turned to face him

words, and his thoughts became

and calmly said,

turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me dying?”

She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when he received the

fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied himself

least it was

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

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

mansion now stood cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia

the roasted marshmallows and gulping down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much

of the soup into

had she fallen from being

to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet

Ethan said, unaware of her dampening

the mug in her hands. It tasted just the same as before, but she had already lost her appetite for it. “It’s late. Let’s head to