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.

amiable and approachable. He was an excellent

alone toward the tree. It

everything had changed, including the man she’d been with. Even the tree had changed; only a couple of

of the mansion, the same sight greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple tree from below.

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

skin 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

look at him but was able

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

They stood close to each other, yet their hearts were

to drink the apple cider

to respond. “The

eyes looked a little puffy as she muttered, “Can you treat it as

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

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

I die?”

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

and calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some

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

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

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

was

the fireplace and started roasting marshmallows. The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of

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

grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows too, and

water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the pleasant scent

Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos flask and

from being his priority and

truth of their relationship by reminding herself

ready,” Ethan said,

as before, but she had already lost her appetite for it. “It’s late. Let’s head to the