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

herself walking alone toward the

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

woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple tree

way better today than the past few days. The first rays of the sun cast

would vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her

did not look at him but was able to

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

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

want to drink the apple cider you made

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

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

tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her,

Next year …

be able to wait for another year. “You

“Yes.”

happy if I die?” She turned to face him

at her words, and his thoughts became empty.

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

entered the house, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid

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

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

was something

reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail

as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years

no longer here to rob Olivia of her

the roasted marshmallows and gulping down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as

walked over to find Ethan pouring some of the soup into a thermos flask and into

fallen from being his priority and one

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

is ready,” Ethan said, unaware

before, but she had already lost her appetite for it. “It’s late. Let’s head to the City