Even After Death

Chapter 47

As a former medical student, Everly was very aware of the side effects of chemo, and she expressed her understanding of Olivia’s decision

Moreover, a lot of patients died from the side effects rather than the cancer itself, which was a torturous way to go. She could never selfishly request Olivia to endure the pain.

She hugged the latter from behind before she started to weep. “Okay. I’ll stay by your side.”

Olivia’s pajamas were soaked with Everly’s tears. Everly said, “You must have been through so much pain. Sorry for not knowing this earlier.”

“I’ve been doing better in the past two days. Eve, thank you. I don’t want to leave the world alone. I had wanted Ethan to keep me company, but look at how things turned out. He and I are probably done for.”

Everly fumed at the mention of Ethan. “Liv, you said that someone damaged his sister’s grave, and there was footage of you with a hammer in your hand. Could you have been framed?”

“Marina must have been behind this. No one else could have done that to me.” The incident happened a month after Ethan agreed to keep her company. Marina must have had something to do with it.

“If you knew it was her, how can you be so calm about it?”

“She has pulled a lot of tricks since last year to get us divorced, and to be honest? She wasn’t the most tactful. Ethan knew what she was up to, but he always sided with her. At first, I’d stand up for myself, but I realized that the truth wasn’t important at all. What mattered was that he’d chosen her over me.”

Everly tried to hype up the dejected Olivia. “But this time, it’s different. If she was the person who defaced Leia’s grave, you should hold her accountable even if you get a divorce.”

“Eve, Marina isn’t the obstacle in my relationship with Ethan. He’s troubled by the death of his sister. There’s no way to resolve his grudge unless we somehow revive Leia. And even if we put behind all the grudges, our relationship is over.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I get what you mean. But Liv, you shouldn’t let him step all over you just because you think your family is to blame! He shouldn’t be using Leia’s death as an excuse for his infidelity.

“Ultimately, he has betrayed you and is heartless for abandoning you and your baby to save Marina! I admit that he was good to you in the past, but it’s time for you to move on,” Everly patiently advised her friend.

She continued, “Liv, you only live once. Even if your dad is responsible for Leia’s death, it is not your burden to bear. You do not have to accept punishment for wrongdoings that were not even your own.

“You asked if I have gotten over Josh. And my answer to that is: one day, I will. As for you, you have to live your remaining days for yourself, even if that means only for a day.”

“Live for myself…” All of a sudden, Olivia seemed to have gotten out of her rut.

She still struggled to sleep well that night, for she’d have nightmares of a devilish Ethan grabbing at her throat.

She woke up a few times in the night. It was already dawn the last time she woke up.

She sat up in bed and blankly touched the area of her neck that Ethan gripped in her dream. Even if they could not spend their lives together, she would hate to be enemies with him.

She looked at Everly, who was sleeping soundly, and tip–toed her way out of the room to wash up before leaving the house.

The city was a sight to behold, covered in a blanket of snow. Even the vast ocean was calm under the sunlight as it palpitated peacefully in the form of small waves.

A few seagulls soared in the sky, braving the chilly winds. Some distance away, ships blared their horns as they set sail.

The world moved on even after Ethan left her, as if nothing had changed.

She came to a decision and texted Ethan. This time, they met each other as promised. She showed up with every inch of her

skin wrapped tightly under a white down Jacket, a fuzzy beante, and a palt of snow boots

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