I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 7

Three days have passed since I received the final report from the detective agency.

I think I’ve calmed down a bit over these three days, but I still can’t accept anything, and I haven’t decided what to do next either.

“The most reasonable thought is, ‘Of course, we should present the evidence and call off the engagement.'”

“I’ll listen to the circumstances and if I can be convinced, I’ll go ahead with the wedding as planned. If I can’t be convinced, I’ll put the engagement on hold.” This thought, no matter what, is a weak attempt to somehow forgive Madoka out of affection.

“No, if I were to forgive someone who keeps secrets at a level that could end the relationship in one shot, there’s no denying they might do the same thing after marriage. Can I really live a married life filled with doubt and fear?” This is a weak-minded thought.

This kind of thought keeps swirling around in my mind endlessly.

I want to consult or vent to someone, but there’s absolutely no way I can do that with this kind of story.

***

That night, I received a message from Madoka.

“Masakun, how’s your health? Are you overdoing it?”

Hmm

“I’m still not back to my usual self. Sorry for making you worry.”

“I see. So, we need to respond to the apartment soon, but what should we do?”

When I replied, they responded immediately.

Is it okay to go ahead and sign the contract like this? It’s probably not, right?

But, I can’t really say the reason.

Once you say it, what awaits is a hellish scene.

“Could you wait a little longer? There’s something that’s been bothering me, and I can’t make a decision yet.”

For the time being, I tried to buy some time by replying, and immediately got a call.

“Hello? Are you worried about something?”

“Hmm… yeah.”

“About money?”

“No, it’s not about the money.”

“Are you okay? Is your poor health related to it?”

Hmm, sharp as ever.

We’ve been together for 10 years, after all.

“It’s just a coincidence that I’m not feeling well. Sorry for making you worry.”

“Are you home right now?”

“That’s true, but…”

“I’m on my way now. I’ll head back as soon as I see your face.”

“Huh? Wait a minute.”

He hung up without listening to my reply.

Oh no, I was careless!

I said something that made you worry, so now I’m saying I’ll come over.

The time was past 11 PM.

Since Madoka has her own car, she will probably come by car.

Since we’re in the same city, it should take about 20 minutes at this time.

I just told my parents, “Madoka said she’s coming over now,” but I have no idea what kind of face to make when we meet.

I was troubled, wondering what to do, when it came earlier than I expected.

At the entrance, I can hear my mother welcoming someone and the two of them talking.

Ugh, should I brace myself?

I immediately went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and then headed to the entrance.

“I’m sorry for making you come even though it’s late.”

“No, it’s okay. I just wanted to see your face for a bit.”

Saying that, with a playful expression, she sticks her tongue out cutely.

No matter how many years pass, they’re still so cute.

For now, come on up, and I’ll show you to my room.

When I sat down a little farther away, he started talking with a worried look on his face.

“Your complexion looks really bad. Is work busy? Are you getting enough sleep?”

I’m sleep-deprived because of Madoka…

“Well, I’m a bit busy.”

Even though she was sitting far away, she slid closer to me and placed her right hand on my forehead.

“Feeling a bit feverish?”

Madoka’s beautiful face is right in front of me.

With this cute mouth, I’m cursing out some old man while using this hand to jerk him off…

While I was absentmindedly staring at Madoka’s face, thinking about such things, I was kissed.

“You look worse than I expected.”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry.”

“Geez! It’s not something you need to apologize for!”

“Yeah”

“Tomorrow is a day off from work, right?”

“Yeah”

“Why don’t you go to the hospital?”

“Got it. Madoka has to get up early tomorrow too, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true, but…”

Sorry for the late hour.

“That’s enough of that. Besides, you’re going to be my wife soon. This is only natural, right?”

“Got it.”

In the end, Madoka left after only 30 minutes.

Even though I caused a lot of worry, I think I somehow managed to avoid being suspected.

Soon, huh, wife?