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

found herself walking alone toward the

a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry state resembled

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

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

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

him

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

Olivia turned to face him. They stood close to each

the apple cider you made one last

“The apple season has

as she muttered, “Can you treat it

at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen ones from last year aren’t fresh.

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

will you be happy if I die?” She turned

her words, and his thoughts became empty. For a moment, it felt like he had

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

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

of expression he would wear when he received the news about her death one day. Would he be glad

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

it was something

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

treated Olivia really well, as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then moved overseas to prevent himself from being

Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows too, and that made

finishing the roasted marshmallows and gulping down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did

Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos

when had she fallen from being his priority

asked herself that question. Yet, she continued to turn a blind eye to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he was to

apple cider is ready,” Ethan said, unaware of

you.” Olivia stared at 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