I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 6

On the way back from the detective agency, I decided to go to Madoka’s house.

The time had passed 11 PM.

I got out of the car and looked up at Madoka’s room on the second floor from outside.

The lights in the room are off.

They’re probably already asleep.

It was Sunday, and Madoka’s company was closed.

I wonder what Madoka was thinking while spending her day off.

I wonder if it’s about the ceremony and reception.

Or are you talking about the place we’ll live after we get married?

It might be about the night shift…

What should I do?

Are you going to confront Madoka, ask for the reason, and be satisfied with it?

So, will we get married as planned and live a happy life as if nothing ever happened?

No matter what circumstances I hear, I don’t have the confidence to be convinced.

Or rather, I’m too scared to ask.

Just imagining what kind of explanation Madoka will give makes me want to throw up.

I’m getting married soon, you know.

What should I do?

From that day on, I couldn’t sleep and started relying on alcohol to get some rest.

The report I received from the detective agency might be found by my parents if I leave it at home, so I put it deep in my locker at work the next day.

***

On Tuesday, I had a day off from work, and Madoka also took a vacation day, so we had made plans to meet.

I sent a message first thing in the morning saying, “I’m not feeling well and can’t meet today. Sorry.”

There’s no way we can meet.

My mind is still in chaos, and thinking about the future only brings anxiety. I’m mentally quite exhausted right now, so I can’t interact with Madoka normally.

A reply from Madoka.

“Are you okay? Did you catch a cold? Should I come over to take care of you?”

Madoka, as kind as ever.

My partner, who is so kind and considerate, is secretly at an SM club giving hand jobs while berating some old man.

For now, it would be a problem if you came to take care of me.

“I replied, ‘I’m sorry for breaking our promise. I’ll stay quietly at home and my parents are here, so it’s okay. I’m really sorry.'”

“I understand. Don’t overdo it,” they replied, and I felt relieved that they decided not to come to take care of me.

But, I managed to get through today somehow, but what should I do from now on?

Meeting, and marriage too.

Present the investigation report and call off the engagement?

It seems like it would turn into a hellish scene, to the point where I don’t even want to imagine it.

***

A week has passed without my thoughts coming together at all.

I received a call from the private investigator agency, and they wanted to report the results of their investigation, so I went to the agency on my day off.

Understood.

I started working at the store about five years ago. It was during my third year of university.

My current work schedule is every other Friday from 7 PM to 10 PM.

Compared to the other girls, she had less time on the floor, but it seemed she had regular customers, as she was always attending to reservations.

I don’t know the age range of the regular customers, but the overall customer base of the store is mostly in their 40s and 50s.

Regarding the salary, I couldn’t find out the exact amount, but based on the years of service and working hours (about 6 hours for 2 days a month), I was told it would be less than a student’s part-time job monthly income.

Five years, huh?

You’re an intermediate, after all.

I didn’t notice it at all.

During my third year of university, I was job hunting, right?

I remember continuing my part-time job as a tutor even during the busy job-hunting period.

They say it’s because there are students taking entrance exams, so only every Friday.

Besides, I think it was around this time that I started getting expensive bags and cosmetics, and also began preparing sexy lingerie.

Bingo!

Was that also an S&M club?!

I was cheering him on, saying “Do your best,” just like the serious and responsible Madoka would.

Was I cheering for hand jobs?