I started preparing to run away. When I got home from work, my wife was always at home.
So I couldn't openly pack for the runaway. She would definitely ask me, "What's up? Are you on a business trip?"
So I only prepared for the escape while my wife was in the bath. A few clothes, underwear, a laptop, a smartphone... That was all I had.
I had replaced the refrigerator and washing machine I used when I was single with a new one for the family when we got married, so I threw away my things.
I also replaced my TV with a larger 55-inch one. My luggage was only enough to fit in my business trip bag. It only took about 10 minutes to gather everything.
So, I realized that I don't need to collect it today. On the other hand, if I put a change of clothes in my bag, my wife might notice. I can pack it on the day or the day before.
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That night, I just sat alone on the balcony, looking up at the night sky and the stars.
Normally, this would be the time to write novels, which is a hobby of mine, but ever since I started to think that my daughter might not be my own, I haven't been able to write a single word.
I think it's cool if a great writer is in a slump and can't write a novel, but in my case, I'm worried about my wife's infidelity and can't write a novel. It's really pathetic.
While looking at the night sky, I remembered my relationship with my wife. My wife and I were in the same class at the same high school.
However, we were not at all like the real life couples we were in high school.
My wife was a little small and had a dangerous side that made me want to protect her as a man, and she was always smiling, so she was popular in class.
Without any bias, I'm sure that one in three boys in the class liked my wife.
She could joke around with me, so it felt like she easily surpassed the awkwardness of high school, when boys and girls couldn't even talk to each other.
Why was I so embarrassed to talk to the opposite sex in high school?
My wife had the character to easily jump over such walls as if they were not there at all.
In fact, rumors even reached my ears that the captain of the soccer club, who was a year older than her, and the captain of the kendo club, who was in the same grade, had confessed their feelings to her and been rejected.
On the other hand, I was a guy who dreamed of becoming a novelist even back then. I was what we would call a "chee-gyu" today.
Just to let you know, "chee-gyu" is an internet slang term that means "a plain face that looks like it would order cheese beef bowl." It can be said to be a derogatory term for all otaku.
Also, I was a little overweight even back then. I felt self-conscious about my slightly swollen breasts even though I was a guy, and I don't know if it was proportional or not, but my belly was swollen too.
But my arms and legs were thin, and I couldn't make the most of my body shape, so I was weak. Also, my glasses made me look even more like an otaku.
My friends were limited to those who wrote novels and manga, or watched anime. Even if I were to estimate generously, I only had about three friends in my class.
Even though we were in the same class for three years at the time, the number of words we exchanged could be counted on one hand.
I don't think we even met, let alone spoke. I was so embarrassed at the time that I don't think I even looked her in the face.
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