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.

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

toward the tree. It was still

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

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,

better today than the past few days. The first rays

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

did not look at him but was able

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

They stood close to each other, yet their

drink the apple cider you

took some time to respond. “The

“Can you treat it as my

seemed 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 aren’t fresh.

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

will you be happy if I die?” She turned to face him and spoke

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

said, “Fine. It’s just some apple cider.

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

a sudden, she thought of taking revenge on him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when he received the news about

of frozen apples from the fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this

least it was

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

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

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

felt that her stomach

over to find Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos flask and

from being

truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he

is ready,” Ethan said, unaware of

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 the City