I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 17

By the week before the wedding, I had almost completely handed over the store manager duties to my successor, allowing me to focus on training the staff while concentrating on the regular operations, which significantly reduced my workload.

And since I had originally taken paid leave on Monday and Tuesday to move, I took the day off as planned, transported my belongings from my parents’ house to my new home by myself, and started living in my new place right away.

Since it has been decided that I will go on the run, I left or discarded things I wouldn’t take with me during the escape at my family home, trying to reduce my belongings as much as possible.

The things I brought in would have to be loaded back into the car again late at night on Friday (the day of the escape on the 23rd), so I tried not to unpack as much as possible to be able to pack them up quickly. I only put the bare minimum of underwear and such into the dresser. Also, since I couldn’t leave the new smartphone and the documents related to the Okayama apartment in the room, I put them in the trunk of my car.

Then, on Monday evening, Madoka, who had finished work, suddenly showed up without any notice.

After finishing work and coming home, it seems I drove the car without even changing my clothes. Just when I was being a bit careless, they came and asked, “Haven’t you unpacked your things yet?” I panicked a little, but when I said, “I was tired today, so I plan to do it tomorrow,” they didn’t seem to suspect anything.

It seemed that day he just came to check on things, and after we both ate the dinner I made, he quietly went home.

On this day, I slept alone for the first time in my new home, but it felt kind of strange.

It’s like, even though it’s my own house, it feels uncomfortable and I can’t relax.

“I shouldn’t get used to this room. I shouldn’t give in to the temptation of a newlywed life in this room,” I might have unconsciously put up a barrier in my heart.

On Tuesday, I unpacked my things so that Madoka wouldn’t get suspicious, tidied up everything, went to the bank to withdraw some money, and then spent the rest of the day making detailed plans for the day of the escape and booking a business hotel for the night during the escape.

On Wednesdays, I commute from my new home to work, finish at the regular time, and head straight back home.

Nothing in particular.

On Thursday, since it was Madoka’s moving day, I scheduled my shift for the afternoon, helped Madoka with her move in the morning, started work at 12, finished at 21, and then went home.

When I got home, Madoka had almost finished unpacking her things, and she had already eaten by herself. I had also eaten at work, so we took a bath together right away and then had s3x.

The s3x on this day became the last s3x.

After finishing the task, Madoka, perhaps tired, was sleeping soundly by herself.

I was looking at Madoka’s sleeping face for a while, thinking, “Is this the last time?”

On Friday, when we woke up in the morning, we had our last meal together.

Of course, Madoka doesn’t know that she’s the last one.

After finishing breakfast and getting ready for work, we left the room together.

When I was leaving the room, they kissed me and said, “Do your best at work.”

This was our last kiss.

Madoka will not come to the new house on this night and the following Saturday because she will spend her last night as a single person with her family.

The next time I plan to return to the new house is on the day of the wedding.

As for work, my last day will be this day. After that, I’ll be using my paid leave.

I worked my usual hours from 8 to 5, clocked out on time, and was about to collect my stuff from the locker (which included a private investigator’s report) and head home when an old part-time girl started crying. I was a bit troubled, but I was also happy.

By the way, I’ve asked my successor’s junior manager, “After I resign, my ex-fiancée and family might contact you and cause trouble. If anything comes up, please just say you don’t know because I’ve already resigned.” I’ve made the same request to the former area manager’s superior.

Thus, we finally entered the final stage of our escape plan.