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

found herself walking alone toward the tree.

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

woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple

way better today than the past few days. The first

skin glowed under it, making her look like a fairy who would vanish into thin air in the blink of

him but was able to sense his

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

Olivia turned to face him. They stood close to each

the apple cider

to respond. “The apple season has passed. Stop wasting your time,”

“Can you treat

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

Next year …

brushed her fingers on the rough bark of the tree. She wouldn’t be able to

“Yes.”

will you be happy if I die?” She

her words, and his thoughts became empty. For

himself and calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some apple cider. Come on

entered the house, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me dying?” she thought

he would

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

least it was

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

Sadly, she passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then

Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here

she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell

over to find Ethan pouring some of the soup

fallen from being his priority and one and

blind eye to the truth

cider is ready,” Ethan said, unaware of her dampening

just the same as before, but she had already