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.

Ethan she knew was amiable and approachable. He was

the tree. It

the tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the

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

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

vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye.

look at him but was

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

him. They stood close to each other, yet their hearts were

drink the apple

respond. “The apple season has passed.

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

to look at the barren tree. In a slightly

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

if I die?” She turned to face

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

calmly said, “Fine.

house, the corner of her lips turning up into a

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

watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully that this was probably the last time he would cook

it was something

started roasting marshmallows. The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother

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

longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows too, and that made Olivia feel empty

that her stomach

Ethan pouring some of the soup into

being his

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

is ready,” Ethan said, unaware of her dampening

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

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