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.

knew was amiable and approachable. He was an excellent cook, and he

toward the tree. It was still there, as

including the man she’d been with. Even the tree had changed; only a couple of dried

thin knitted

today than the past few days. The first

into thin air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was pale, and

She did not look at him but was able to sense his

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

They stood close to each other, yet their hearts were

to drink the apple cider you made one

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

“Can you treat it as my last request

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

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

… will you be happy if I die?” She turned to face him and spoke

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

some time, he recomposed himself and calmly said, “Fine.

watched as he entered the house, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me dying?” she thought to

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

box of frozen 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 cook for

was something worth

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

were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away

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

she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the

the soup into a thermos flask

had she fallen from being his priority and

continued to turn a blind eye to the truth of

cider is ready,” Ethan said, unaware

as before, but