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.
I raised my head and looked at him with grief and rage.
I said, "Suspicious? Aren't you a shameless adulterer? Am I wrong?"
Ethan suddenly looked taken aback and frowned.
"Could you please stop saying something so humiliating?
"Did your dad say something again?
"I told you that it was a misunderstanding that day. Can you guys stop sticking to it?
"Can you please not unconditionally believe whatever your dad says? I'll apologize to him in person when he calms down. He's the one who wishes you to be happy the most and doesn't want to see us fight."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up a bag and handed it to me.
"Take a look at what's in the bag. Do you like it?" he said.
Seeing I didn't react to what he had said, he tried to flatter me with a Louis Vuitton bag.
Ethan said, "It's very expensive. I saved my pocket money for a long time to buy it for you."
I looked at the friction marks on the hardware buckle of the bag and knew it was obviously rubbed.
I had seen Olivia Jones, his mistress, wearing this bag once, and unfortunately for Ethan, I noticed there were friction marks on hers, which were the same as the ones on this bag.
This jerk actually refurbished the bag Olivia threw away and presented it to me!
Looking at his hypocritical face, I once again lamented how foolish David and myself were to help him.