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 an

herself walking alone toward the tree. It was still there, as it

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

thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple tree from below.

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

the blink of an eye. Her hands

look at him but was

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

Olivia turned to face him. They stood close to

drink the apple cider

taken aback and took some time to respond. “The apple season has passed.

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

a slightly softer tone, he

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

if I die?” She turned to face him

became empty. For a

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

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

revenge on him. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when he received the news about her death one day.

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

was

of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush over when she

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

stood cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia

her stomach did not hurt as much

find Ethan pouring some of the

had she fallen from being his priority and one and

to turn a blind eye to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he

Ethan said, unaware of

her hands. It tasted just the same as before, but she had already lost her appetite for it.