Even After Death novel (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 820

Olivia counted the days. Logan had been with her for around half a year.

They went from being distant to him becoming a full-time nanny for her child. He helped care for Alicia without any complaints and she had long since dropped her guard with him.

"I …" But Olivia was reluctant to tell him. The story was too long, and she didn't know where to start.

"It's okay, I'm very tight-lipped. I'll never tell anyone else."

Olivia glanced at Alicia and said, "Maybe later."

"Okay." Ethan wasn't in a rush. He waited for around half a year for her to open up. He didn't mind waiting for a while longer.

He sat by the flowerbeds and waited for her while Alicia was taking her nap.

When Olivia walked over, he stood up. "Ms. Fordham."

"No need to stand. Let's sit and talk."

"Okay."

Ethan had prepared a glass of juice for her. They sat under a parasol as the sea breeze blew toward them gently.

Olivia took a sip. It was fresh lemonade. The taste was refreshing with a sour tinge.

"Are you willing to hear a story?"

"It's my pleasure."

Olivia set the glass down and gazed at the ocean. "The story starts from that one accident at sea …"

This was the first time Ethan heard about their story from Olivia's perspective. He never knew she fell for him the moment he rescued her.

"Impossible!" Olivia turned down that notion without hesitation. "I'll never go back to him, not for the rest of my life. Love was not an excuse for him to hurt me. I won't deny that he might've loved me a lot. But he hurt me repeatedly under the guise of love. His actions hurt me too deeply."

Intense hatred appeared in Olivia's eyes when she said that. "If not for him, my adoptive father would still be alive. I would still have a home. My son would still be alive."

Olivia raised her hand. "He didn't just hurt me emotionally. This is proof of the physical harm he caused me. No matter how many evil deeds his sister committed, despite her multiple attempts on my life, he still sided with her and shot me without hesitation.

"If I forgave him, I would be doing myself a disservice. All the suffering I had been through, the blood I shed, and the pain I felt would have been for nothing."

Even if her hand had recovered, it would never return to how it was, at least not in the foreseeable future.

The scar was also forever carved on her skin and on her heart.

"I hate him with every fiber of my being. I despise him. I would never live with that monster, even if it were for the children's sake."