Nearly three years have passed since the fraud. Looking back now, it feels like time slipped away faster than I expected.
But the question remains: Has anything truly changed since then?
To be honest, it wasn’t something I could simply “get over.”
Right after discovering the fraud, everything was chaos— talking to the lawyer, hoping for a refund, filing a police report. I was just trying to survive each day.
But in reality, the hardest part came afterward.
The sheer size of the loss. The moment I realized the money was truly gone. Accepting that reality felt impossible.
I don’t even remember whether it was a week or a month. My sense of time blurred.
Whenever I checked my bank account and saw what was left, a slow, creeping fear would rise inside me.
This was supposed to be my retirement fund.
Once that thought hit me, the weight of reality pressed down hard.
I had a fixed-term deposit— ten years, about two million yen. I broke it early. Naturally, the amount returned was less than what I had put in.
Even so, I just wanted to keep whatever money I could.
Originally, I had planned to retire that year. But that was no longer an option.
I had to keep working. I had to rebuild, even if only little by little.
Fortunately, my contract was extended. So I told myself, “Just one more year.”
I try not to touch my pension and save as much as possible.
I know I can’t recover everything I lost. But even if it’s slow, I have to rebuild what I can.
That’s how I’ve been living.
End of Episode 11 (Part 1)
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