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

herself walking alone toward the tree. It was

changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now.

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

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

into thin air in the blink of

him but was able to sense his

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

face him. They stood close to each other,

want to drink the apple cider you made one

aback and took some time to respond. “The apple season has passed. Stop wasting your time,” he said,

little puffy as she muttered, “Can you

just three months. He turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly

Next year …

her fingers on the rough bark of the tree. She wouldn’t be able to wait for another year. “You must hate me a

“Yes.”

be happy if I die?” She turned to face him and

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

said, “Fine. It’s

as he entered the house, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile.

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

Olivia watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this was probably the

was something

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

Olivia really well, as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then moved overseas to

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

down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did

pouring some of the soup

had she fallen from being

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

apple cider is ready,” Ethan

tasted just the same as before, but she