Chapter 1: I don’t want to go home

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Translator: Soafp

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Why can’t I stay overnight at work?

I always think that when the end of the workday comes.

Maybe I just don’t want to go home. To the house where my wife, who betrayed me and cheated, awaits.

I wonder why I decided to give it another chance, in confusion.

Thinking about it now, it’s too late for such thoughts. It’s already a carnival to come.

Maybe I should have cut off both of my wife’s hands and feet to make a statement.

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I’ve heard that human flesh tastes bad. I’ll refrain from imagining the taste. Cannibalism is not good.

I no longer have feelings for my wife.

Even though I loved her so much, devoted myself to her, and even made a passionate proposal.

— Just one act of cheating, and it’s all gone.

With a sigh, I embark on my daily routine of returning home.

“Good work.”

Saying that, I leave the workplace and enter a period of extreme silence.

Even though I don’t want to go home, I end up sleeping on the train that I boarded to get there, like a commoner.

There have been times when I overslept and was taken all the way to the garage.

— I can’t sleep even when I get home. I have no choice but to sleep on the train.

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“Welcome home, dear. Good work.”

“…”

As soon as I open the front door and return home, my wife, Maya, calls out to me, but I don’t respond.

“Today, I made your favorite pork cutlet. I think I did a good job, so please try it.”

“…”

“Please, just one bite.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Eh?”

“I don’t want it. I have no appetite.”

“If you don’t eat, your body…”

“Eating makes me nauseous. Just leave me alone, will you?”

“…”

An exchange of words that shouldn’t happen at the doorstep.

I’m not speaking in a strong tone, but I’m just throwing words with numerous thorns hidden in them.

As expected, Maya falls silent there.

Two weeks have passed since Maya’s affair was revealed, and I’ve lost six kilograms.

Thanks to that, I’ve gained a rugged appearance, which is well-regarded both at work and in the neighborhood.

As I take off my shoes and enter the house, passing by Maya, I always feel a slight dizziness. It’s like being sick.

Despite being married for only a year since the affair was discovered, we sleep in separate rooms.

Even if we try to sleep together as a couple, the anger is too strong to sleep.

There’s a fear that I might end up strangling Maya while she’s sleeping.

That’s why we have separate rooms, but there are too many things to think about alone, and I can’t sleep, so it’s probably meaningless.

I think it would be much better to live apart, but society won’t allow it.

My stomach hurts again.

After washing down the stomach medicine with water, I took a sidelong glance at the dinner that looked like fillet cutlet laid out on the table.

I lock myself in my room.