Even After Death by Lilting Champ

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.

Back then, the Ethan she knew was amiable and approachable. He was an excellent cook, and he spoiled her like a princess.

walking alone toward the

tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry state resembled her

walked out of the mansion, the same sight greeted him. A woman wearing a thin knitted shirt stood watching the apple

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 countenance was pale, and she still wore the clothes she wore

look at him but was able to sense his

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

close to each other,

apple cider you

and took some time to respond. “The apple

muttered, “Can you treat

changed a lot in just three months. He turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her,

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

you be happy if I die?” She

his thoughts became empty. For a moment, it felt like he had lost his

calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some apple cider.

as he entered the house, the corner of her lips turning up

of a sudden, she thought of 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

as he busied

was

of how Ethan’s grandmother would

passed away two years ago. Ethan’s grandfather then moved overseas to prevent himself from being

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

down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could

to find Ethan pouring some of the

fallen from being his priority and one

that question. Yet, she continued to turn a blind eye to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he was to her in the