Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Chapter 75

“So, how exactly did the two of you end up together?”

“Um.”

“Ah.”

“?”

When my father—who knew nothing of the situation—asked that question, Haruki and I exchanged an awkward glance.

We hadn’t explained anything to him beforehand.

Honestly, we’d missed the right moment to bring it up and part of me just felt it didn’t need to be said.

If I went into detail, I’d inevitably have to revisit the wounds I carried—wounds that, while healing thanks to Haruki, still weren’t something I was eager to reopen or talk about.

But, he’d asked. So, I figured I owed him an answer.

“Well, the truth is—”

I told them everything. Honestly.

What happened with Fuyumi. How Haruki entered my life. What had unfolded between us.

“Th-that’s what happened?”

“That’s horrible.”

Both my mother and father turned pale, clearly shaken.

They’d met Fuyumi before, after all.

So, this hit them hard.

“But it’s okay now. Haruki’s been there for me—she’s my strength. So, really, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Kengorou-san excused himself to use the restroom, leaving just me and his parents at the table.

It was a little awkward.

When I happened to glance their way.

“Thank you, Haruki-san.”

They both bowed their heads.

Panicked, I rushed to respond.

“P-please don’t! There’s nothing to thank me for, really.”

“No, there is. You’ve been a great support to our son.”

“We’re quite well, to put it bluntly, we’re both pretty much workaholics,” his father said, letting out a dry, self-deprecating chuckle.

“Back when Kengorou was little, we hardly spent any real time with him.”

“He turned out all right, thankfully,” his mother added quietly, “but he’s never really opened up to us.”

I could believe that.

Kengorou-san’s attitude toward his parents had always felt a little off.

Calling them “normal” when it was clear they weren’t, dragging his feet when it came to bringing me home—none of it seemed like someone with a warm family bond.

To him, his parents.

Maybe they weren’t people he could confide in.

Maybe, deep down, they were strangers to him.

“Um, would it be okay if I said something?”

I didn’t think they were bad people.

Work is important. It’s a way of contributing to society—and earning money is, of course, part of caring for one’s family.

But still the way they lived, their relationship with their son.

It all felt just a little too lonely.

“If it’s alright with you, would you like to go out for a meal sometime? The four of us, together.”

That’s what I thought.

And so, I made the suggestion.