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.

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

thoughts wandered, she found herself walking alone toward the tree. It was still

couple

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

weather was way better today than the past few days. The

blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was

look at him

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

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

apple cider you made one last

time to respond. “The apple

little puffy as she muttered, “Can you treat it as

turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

… will you be happy if I die?” She turned to

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

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

up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me

him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when he received the news

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

least it was something

and started roasting marshmallows. The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush over when she smelled roasted

lady treated Olivia really well, as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years

was no longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted

warm water, she felt that her stomach did

Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos flask and

being his priority and one and

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

is ready,” Ethan said, unaware of her

stared at the mug in her hands. It tasted just the same as before, but she had