Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

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.

herself walking alone toward the tree.

the man she’d been with. Even 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

few days. The first rays of the sun cast

skin glowed under it, making her look like a fairy who would vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was

She did not look at him but was able to sense

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

stood close to

want to drink the apple cider you made one

“The apple season has passed. Stop

a little puffy as she muttered, “Can

look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer tone, he told her, “The frozen ones from last year

Next year …

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

“Yes.”

… will you be happy if I die?”

words, and his thoughts became

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

lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me

of expression he would

watched as he busied himself in the kitchen, thinking ruefully

it was something

air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would

away

cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to rob Olivia of her roasted marshmallows too,

the roasted marshmallows and gulping down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the pleasant scent

of the soup into a thermos flask and

she fallen from being his priority and one

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