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.

approachable. He was

walking alone toward the tree. It was

man she’d been with. Even the tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry

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

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

fair 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

look at him but was

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

They stood close to each other, yet their

want to drink the apple cider

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

eyes looked a little puffy as she muttered, “Can

a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen ones from last year aren’t

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

will you be happy if I die?”

skipped a beat at her words, and his thoughts became empty. For a

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

of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me dying?”

what kind of expression he would wear when he received the news about

apples from the fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this was probably the last time he would

least it was something worth

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

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 constantly reminded

once cozy mansion now stood cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to

stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the pleasant scent of food

find Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos

from being his priority and one and

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

cider is ready,” Ethan

as before, but she had