Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Olivia shot Keith a grateful look, and he nodded at her in acknowledgment before turning around to help her with the hospitalization matters.

The nurse patiently explained the process to her, “Ms. Fordham, you will need to receive treatment over the long term. We will inject the chemo drugs into your body each time, but all the injections and the drugs will further harm your veins.

“In some serious cases, you will experience exosmosis. Just so you know, the drugs used are corrosive. To avoid those complications, we’d recommend inserting a medical port in your arm. We usually insert the port in advance to make sure that the drugs travel through your veins and into your organs.”

She continued, “The good thing is that the nurses won’t struggle to find your veins down the road—it’s convenient and safe. But on the flip side, you can’t lift heavy weights with this arm in the future.”

Olivia agreed with the nurse and went under a minor surgery to insert the port in her arm. As she was allergic to anesthetics, she turned down anesthesia. When the blade slit through her thin skin, she merely frowned without so much as making a sound.

The doctor couldn’t help but comment, “It’s rare to see someone who can take the pain.” To that, she sighed. “Well, it’s not like I have anyone who would care if I was hurt anyway.”

The conversation brought her back to a year ago when she had to undergo emergency surgery after falling into the water and suffering premature labor. Even after she was given anesthetics, she could vividly sense the pain when the blade sliced through her abdomen.

That day, she fainted from the excruciating pain, only to wake up to the same sensation. Throughout the ordeal, her screams fell on deaf ears because Ethan chose to stay guard in front of Marina’s delivery room.

From then on, she learned not to make a sound even when she was in pain.

she was besieged by an array of side effects. It

the underground garage made her gasp for breath, resulting in multiple breaks in between. Any slight movement would make her dizzy and nauseous, and all her energy seemed to

and got down on his knees to scoop her into his arms. Panicking, she rejected his help, “Keith,

on helping. “Your body is weak now. If you refuse my help, I will have no choice but to call your family for your safety. And

Without the signed divorce papers, Ethan remained legally her spouse and the only family member who could take care of

know about my

mess. Ethan would only feel gleeful upon hearing about her diagnosis. The

you need a caretaker.

My friend’s going to return from abroad. She’ll take care of me. Keith, you still need to work your shift, don’t you? I

about time to head back to work since he

alone as she grappled with the indescribable pain. She felt pain in every inch of her body. As she fought her dizzy vision,

could describe it with. To her dismay, the only

in the middle of heavy snow. Still fussy and squeamish, she cried when she was wheeled into the operating theater, but he held her hand tightly and followed her into the room. In the end,

and she still recalled his expression when he soothed

she could not walk for a month. Ethan was next

now, he was with another woman, taking care of the

she had of him. Fighting the debilitating pain, she stumbled down the bed and gritted her

The worst pain wasn’t physical—it was the pain that he had inflicted

thousands of blades were cutting through her body, and the

writhed in pain on her bed. When she woke up on the fourth morning, she was glad to find that the pain had decreased, and her nausea seemed to have

the window curtains. It was Keith, who had regularly dropped by after work

craving. His black wool coat was a little damp when he showed up in a hurry. Even

she spotted a snowflake in