A Man Who Was Cheated on by a Bad Man and Had Everything Taken From Him Decides to Get Revenge by Starting a New Life - Chapter 6

Honjo is certainly disliked by the male employees.

He’s not particularly good at his job.

So, for the time being, his path to promotion is blocked.

The problem lies in the way the female employees look at him.

Aside from the looks of contempt, there are also eyes filled with pure curiosity—like a child who fears fire but still wants to touch it.

My prediction was spot on.

Honjo avoided his close peers and instead set his sights on senior female employees from the general affairs and accounting departments.

Apparently, there were leaked photos of his naked body circulating secretly within the company.

Not only were his muscular physique and well-endowed features attracting the women, but it seemed to be pulling them toward him.

Three weeks have passed since I joined the company.

During this time, I’ve heard countless rumors about who Honjo has slept with, thrown at me as if to taunt me.

Even though he supposedly hates me, he still approaches me—this crazy guy.

He’s the kind of lunatic who would stab you in the back the moment you let your guard down, but I won’t cut ties with him.

Because I haven’t forgiven him.

If he ever does stab me in the back, I’ll turn around and cut him down with my sword.

Putting Honjo aside for now, a lot has happened on my end too.

First, Konno Sakura has been making strong advances toward me.

Since I gave her my contact information on the first day, she frequently messages me.

But she was the one who betrayed me in the past. I’m not strong enough to open my heart to her again.

However, I can’t let Sakura fall into Honjo’s clutches.

For some reason, if she ends up in Honjo’s bed, everything will reset.

Lately, my relationship with Minase has been going well.

That night we spent together—Minase must have had some feelings for me too. It wasn’t just a drunken whim… or at least, I hope not.

Today is Saturday.

Rather than relying solely on my “ability,” I started working out at the gym two weeks ago.

Little by little, my physical attractiveness and strength have improved.

After sweating it out at the gym, I checked my phone while changing in the locker room.

A missed call?

These days, direct calls are usually from work or scams.

It was from my mother.

She left a voicemail, so I played it.

“Ren, are you doing well? Are you eating a balanced diet?”

When I was little, my father had an affair and left us.

My mother, still in her early thirties and attractive, could have found someone new.

But instead, she devoted her entire life to raising me, sacrificing her own happiness as a woman.

She always worried about me.

Raising me alone, she worked three jobs—delivering newspapers early in the morning, cleaning during the day, and working as a cashier in the evening.

Not wanting to add to her burden, I started working part-time at a restaurant when I reached high school.

It was run by a kind-hearted couple, and they often gave me leftover ingredients to use for my lunch.

My mother worried about me and urged me to focus on my future, but I refused.

“Thank you for raising me all these years. Let me do something for you too.”

Determined not to let my mother suffer any longer, I studied hard and maintained top grades until I graduated from university and secured a job at a major company.

With company-provided housing support, I invited my mother to move to the city with me.

But she refused, saying she didn’t want to get in the way of my love life.

“Sorry for the sudden call. I had some errands nearby today, so I was wondering if I could stop by to see you?”

As I listened to her message, my body heated up, and my mind went blank.

I had forgotten.

Today is the day my mother dies in a traffic accident.

Cursing my own stupidity, I ran toward the intersection where it would happen.

—There she was.

Across the street.

Waiting at the crosswalk.

I ran toward her, shouting her name at the top of my lungs.

But a dump truck roared past me, drowning out my voice, heading straight for my mother.

People screamed and scattered as the truck swerved toward the crosswalk.

My mother also tried to escape.

But she was too slow.

Nearby stood a young boy and… Honjo.

As Honjo scrambled to save himself, he bumped into the boy, making him stumble.

My mother pushed the boy out of the way, saving him—only to be struck by the truck herself.

Bystanders called an ambulance.

The boy she saved had only scraped his knee.

Honjo was nowhere to be seen.

I rushed to my mother, who was trapped between the truck and a building.

Bl00d poured from her head, and her left arm was broken.

She wasn’t breathing.

She had no pulse.

The ambulance arrived as I desperately performed CPR.

She was taken to the hospital, but shortly after, the doctor emerged from the emergency room.

“I’m sorry, but…”

I already knew how this would end.

The police conducted their investigation.

The funeral home came to retrieve her body.

Preparations for the funeral began.

I let my mother die—again.

At the funeral, my boss and coworkers attended. Minase and Konno Sakura were also there.

But that man never showed up.