Bonus Makoto's PoV

Bonus Makoto’s PoV

When the woman of my dreams appeared in front of me, I wanted her no matter what.

Even though I knew she was already married, I approached her.

I poured out all the passion I had inside of me.

At first, she didn’t pay any attention to me.

But after I repeatedly confessed my sincere feelings, she accepted them.

From there, of course, we became mutually in love, and she even told me that she loved me more than her husband.

That’s right, I thought I had her completely.

And yet, all of a sudden, her attitude changed.

Apparently, the reason was that my relationship with her was discovered by her husband.

I had expected this to happen eventually.

From the beginning, I wanted to be with her, even if it meant paying alimony. No matter how much I would be looked down upon.

Of course, I believed she felt the same way.

But the words that came out of her mouth were words of separation.

I couldn’t understand.

After all, we had whispered so many sweet nothings in bed, and she had told me that she preferred me to her husband.

Sure, in the eyes of society, it might be an unpardonable love, but I was always serious.

I intended to love her no matter what.

But she was different.

She casually cut me off, and in the end, she even told me not to show my face.

That’s cruel.

In the end, I was the only one who was serious, and for her, it was probably just a momentary fling.

She just whispered sweet nothings and enjoyed herself.

I don’t think there was an ounce of true love there.

I tried to steal her love, but I was taught from the beginning that there was no such thing.

The alimony I was summarily ordered to pay was the final blow.

It was as if the days when I had loved her sincerely were condemned as evil, and I felt so ridiculous that everything seemed absurd.

I became indifferent to everything, and before I knew it, I was drinking alone when I got home.

Only when I was drunk could I forget the strange looks of my co-workers and the reality of being abandoned by her.

But when I sobered up, I would remember my miserable self again, and I would feel so pathetic that tears would well up in my eyes.

And what hurt the most was that even after going through all this, I couldn’t forget her.

Even though it was a love tainted with lies and deceit, I wanted her back.

That must be the reason.

I used a detective agency to find out her whereabouts without her knowing, and I began secretly monitoring her movements.

When I found out that she hadn’t reconciled with her husband, I was happy because I thought I still had a chance.

When I found out she was going to the gynecologist, I wondered if….

Because there was a time when the c🬀🬀dom broke during the blissful days when we made love non-stop for a week. I kept it a secret from her, but I had a growing expectation. Maybe the fruit of our love would bring us back together.

But I never heard from her, and one day she stopped going to the gynecologist.

And then she soon reconciled with her husband. When I found out, I felt so desperate that I wanted to die. I could have given up.

But I didn’t give up.

Because no matter how much she didn’t love me back, my love for her was real.

I’m sure she’ll realize that one day.

I continued to watch over her with that thought.

Of course, it was painful to see the person I loved spending her days with another man, and I couldn’t hide it with a🬀cohol alone, so I got some medicine to make me feel better from an acquaintance.

My debts piled up, and I had to ask my parents for help.

Then I saw a ray of hope.

The two of them, who seemed to be doing well, had officially separated. The man didn’t come back to her house from one day to the next.

She also became withdrawn and stopped going out of the house.

She must be hurt for some reason.

I’m the only one who can comfort her and heal her heart.

To calm myself down, I took the medicine I was taking and went to her house.

(Wait for me. I’ll make you happy this time.)

Dreaming of a happy future with her, I flew lightly as if floating in the sky, unable to suppress the laughter that naturally overflowed, and when I arrived at her apartment, I pressed her room number and called out.

(I’m here to pick you up….)