Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 58

When I came to, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

For a medical student, the hospital is an all-too-familiar place.

That said, I’d never been the one in the bed before.

Maybe I had, back when I was too young to remember, but at least in my conscious memory, this was a first.

As I looked around, trying to make sense of the situation, my eyes caught sight of an oddly shaped white object.

It looked kind of like one of those boot-shaped boxes used to pack candy at Christmas.

It was a cast.

A cast wrapped around my left leg.

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“What the hell is this…?”

That’s right.

I’d been on the phone with my dad.

Then I got into a scuffle with Fuyumi, and—

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“Damn it!”

I slammed my fist against the bed.

That woman. How dare she stand up to me—me—like that?

What the hell was she even mad about?

Did she seriously think she was the only girl I was seeing?

If so, that’s laughable.

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“What… What the hell is this…”

I stared down at the cast on my left leg.

This was bad. Really bad.

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Later, a nurse noticed I was awake and called a doctor in.

According to the doctor, I’d fractured my left leg.

The estimated recovery time was two months.

Doctors tend to overstate things, but even then, I’d be out of commission for at least a month.

On top of that, I’d also need to go through rehab.

Once the doctor left, I reached for my phone, which had been left nearby.

Since I hadn’t used it, the battery had held out, even after a full day.

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“…Sh1t.”

This is the worst.

I checked the date—November 5th.

A full day had passed since that day.

That wasn’t the issue.

The real problem was this: I was the ace striker on the soccer team, and our final tournament of the season was just around the corner.

And now, I’d gone and broken my leg.

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“This is the worst…”

I held my head in my hands.

How did it come to this?

I was just living my life—doing what I always did.

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“It’s the worst for us too, frankly.”

“Of all the rotten luck, it had to be this guy.”

The door burst open, and a group of men in sharp suits barged into the room.

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“Who the hell are you?”

“We’re with the police.”

Without another word, one of the men flashed a badge.

I’d seen something like it in TV dramas before.

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“Yep, we’re the cops. We just have a few questions. That okay with you?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess.”

He asked, but there was no room for refusal. The pressure was overwhelming.

Reluctantly, I nodded and agreed to talk.

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“So, let me make sure I’ve got your story straight. According to you, your girlfriend just snapped out of nowhere, grabbed you, and during the scuffle, you both fell—correct?”

“That’s what I remember, yeah…”

To be honest, I don’t even remember falling.

But I hadn’t lied. Not once.

So, this is what it feels like to have your integrity questioned for no reason. It sucks.

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“I see. That makes sense. By the way—”

“What now?”

“Is it true you’ve engaged in sexual activity with a minor?”

“…What?”

Why the hell was that being brought up now?

I could feel a cold sweat creeping down my back.

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“What are you talking about?”

“Oh? So, you’re saying there’s no truth to it? That’s fine, if that’s the case.”

“There’s nothing. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Ah, I see. My apologies then.”

The detective smiled, clearly not sorry in the slightest.

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“Wait a minute. Isn’t this supposed to be an investigation into an assault? Why are you asking completely unrelated things? Is it the police’s job now to dig into the victim’s private life too?”

“Oh no, this is just a routine check. We simply received a tip. If it’s false, then there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Tch!”

It was probably the head of the cram school who ratted me out.

Unbelievable.

Or maybe… could it have been someone else?

As that thought crossed my mind, I realized there was something far more pressing I needed to ask.

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“What about Fuyumi? What happened to her?”

“…I can’t disclose that. Why do you ask?”

“Because I was unconscious. I don’t know anything. She’s not… she didn’t die, did she?”

If she did, I’d be in serious trouble.

I wouldn’t miss her—there are plenty of girls like her out there—but if she died in a fight with me, that’s a different story.

Even if it was self-defense, something like that could cost me my medical license.

That’s the one thing I can’t afford to lose.

Especially with the police already involved, there’d be no way to smooth it over.

If this were just a civil matter, I could have Dad pay his way out of it.

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“Don’t worry. That’s not the case.”

“Thank God…”

The officers gave a curt nod and left.

Did I manage to get through that?

What a damn disaster.

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“Did you see his face?”

“Yeah. The second we brought up underage s3x, he totally panicked.”

“We just need to keep pressing. He’ll crack soon enough.”