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 was an excellent cook, and he

alone toward the tree. It

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

mansion, the same sight greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt

few days. The first rays

the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged,

She did not look at him but was able

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

face him. They stood close to each other, yet their hearts

the apple cider you made one

“The apple season has passed.

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

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

Next year …

of the tree. She wouldn’t be able to wait for another year. “You must hate me a lot,

“Yes.”

you be happy if I die?” She

beat at her words, and his thoughts became

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

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

he would wear when he received the news

defrost. Olivia watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this was

was something

by the fireplace and started roasting marshmallows. The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never

away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then moved overseas to prevent himself

grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia of

a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the pleasant scent of food from the

pouring some of the soup into a thermos flask and into

she fallen from being his priority and one and

to turn a blind eye to the truth of their

ready,” Ethan said, unaware of

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