Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 39

“What should I do… What should I do…”

I held my head in my hands.

Now, I had no place left to belong.

Why did things end up like this?

I truly, deeply wondered.

“If only I hadn’t accepted Natsuyama-senpai’s invitation back then…”

It all began with a friend’s introduction.

One day, while hanging out with some friends, I happened to meet Natsuyama-senpai. He was there by coincidence, and I was introduced to him.

We exchanged contact information on the spot.

At the time, I don’t think I felt any guilt.

And that was only natural.

Back then, we were just part of the same group. That’s all there was to it.

When I found out he also knew Kengorou, the conversation flowed a bit more easily—but that was the extent of it.

We were in different years, different departments.

No different from Marco or Honoka.

Just another upperclassman. Just another acquaintance.

That’s what I thought.

But Natsuyama was clever.

Sometimes he’d show up at the university, other times at a bar popular among students from J Medical University. Whether by chance or by design, he kept appearing.

Either way, he gradually closed the distance between us.

So subtly that I didn’t even notice.

And Natsuyama was… undeniably charming.

He was always confident, composed, mature—he had a certain air of calm strength.

Eventually, I began confiding in him, started seeing him alone—and before I knew it, we had crossed a line.

We continued our affair for about six months, just dragging things along… until we got caught.

In the end, I had no choice but to leave Kengorou.

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“Ah, you’re awake.”

“Is this… a hospital?”

My memories began to return.

That’s right—I got into a struggle with Natsuyama-senpai and fell down the stairs—

Then I must’ve been brought here.

I looked at my body.

My leg was suspended, wrapped tightly in bandages and a cast.

A sprain—or maybe it was broken.

Either way, the painkillers seemed to be working. I felt no pain.

I touched my head and found it was wrapped in gauze as well.

So, I’d hit my head too, then?

My memory after the struggle was hazy.

But more than that…

“What am I supposed to do now?”

I whispered to myself in the quiet hospital room.

I had no one left on my side.

I’d had a huge fight with Natsuyama-senpai.

It was his fault, sure—but the fact remains that I turned against him.

I couldn’t count on my family either.

My mother and sister had already given up on me. And the last one—he would never take my side, not in times like this.

And Kengorou? He was completely out of the question.

“Why is this happening to me?”

“It’s simply the result of your actions.”

A familiar voice cut through the silence.

Well, this was a hospital—so it wasn’t strange for him to be here.

But even so, I couldn’t believe it.

I didn’t want to believe it.

Because that meant… he was here.

“Dad…”

“It’s been a while, Fuyumi.”

Ayase Tokishirou. My father.

He’s the director and chairman of Ayase General Hospital.

“Is this your hospital?”

“That phrasing is a bit misleading. I merely oversee its operations. I may be the person in charge, but calling it mine would be… questionable.”

He spoke flatly, stating the facts as always.

White hair, silver-rimmed glasses, and that same emotionless expression.

I never liked being around him.

He rarely smiled, rarely raised his voice—and barely ever came home.

To me, he was just someone I shared bl00d with. Nothing more.

“I… I see.”

“I heard everything. Seems you’ve done quite a bit.”

“……”

There was a subtle sharpness behind his otherwise expressionless tone.

Even I could tell what that meant.

He was criticizing me—for betraying Kengorou.

“I remember Kengorou quite well.”

“……”

That’s right.

He had met Kengorou once—just once.

“I know I wasn’t there to raise you. That’s why I thought I had no right to interfere in your life.”

“……”

That much was true.

He never made time for me.

It didn’t matter if it was for work or “for the good of society.”

That’s why I always believed he had no right to judge me.

“But even so, there are some things that should never be done. And I believe I have a duty to stop you when that line is crossed.”

“…Why?”

“Because I bear responsibility. You clearly don’t understand that—perhaps you’re not capable of understanding it.”

“What about Natsuyama-senpai?”

“That’s none of your concern. I don’t know the full story, but it’s clear there was some kind of conflict. There’s no reason to associate with someone like that.”

“I… I—”

Without another word, he turned and walked out.

Why?

I’d already lost everything. I’d never see Senpai again.

How could this be fair?

How could such cruel injustice simply be allowed?