"Ethan, you fucking bastard! I will divorce you!" I shouted.
After a long time, I could even hear them kissing over the phone.
Ethan slurred his words. "As you wish!"
After hanging up the phone, I tried my best to pull myself together and handle David's funeral alone.
Even after he was cremated, Ethan never returned home once, nor did he even call or text me.
At that moment, resentment brimmed with my heart. I even began to think that David would live a longer and happier life if I didn't fall in love with him at that time.
"Honey, my head is about to explode..." Three days later, Ethan returned home as if nothing had happened and fell on the sofa, groaning.
It struck me that I learned how to massage for him on purpose in the past.
I would patiently massage his head whenever he said he had a headache. Then, I would make sure the water in the bath was perfectly comfortable for him and iron the clothes he would wear on the next day. His life was tidy and cozy with my hard work.
However, now I was sitting on the sofa without moving at all.
The couch sagged a little on one side, and he sat down next to me, taking my hand.
"What, are you still angry and suspicious because of what I said?" said he.