The Potential of LoveChapter 1
On a rainy day, David Robinson, my father, went home to close the windows, but he caught my husband, Ethan Wilson, hanging out with his lover.
In a panic, they pushed David to the ground, and both ran away.
By the time I rushed home, I had missed the chance to hear David's last words.
There was an unsent message left on his phone.
David: [Violet, if I can't make it, please don't quarrel with Ethan. You should communicate with him more if you have any misunderstandings...]
His message broke my heart, and I immediately called Ethan dozens of times.
However, when I finally got through his number, I heard a woman chuckling on the other side of my phone.
"Ethan, do you prefer the ultra-thin type or the ultra-smooth type?" said that woman.
Shivering because of rage, I shouted, "Fuck you!"
Hearing my rude curse, Ethan couldn't stand it. He grabbed his phone and scolded me.
"Violet, is this how your father, when he was a teacher, taught you to speak and behave like a bitch?" he said.