Fallout 3 Goat Test Outcomes

私の命は、あと3日。だから私は、大好きな夫・丸山大輝（まるやま だいき）のために、わざと浮気している女を演じることにした。 私を嫌って、離婚してくれるように必死だったのに、大輝がヤケ酒を飲んでるのを見たら、ついカッとなって、彼に言い寄る女の人を突き飛ばしちゃった。 大輝は、目を真っ赤にして怒鳴った。 「俺と別れたいんだろ。だったら、なんで俺のことに口出しするんだよ！」 いつもの私みたいに、「愛してる」って言うのを期待してた。離婚なんて、ただのわがままだって、そう思いたかったはず。 でも私は、隣に彼氏役として立たせた、男の人の手をぎゅっと握って、こみ上げてくる血の味を飲み込みながら、笑ってみせた。 「勘違いしないで。あなたとの離婚の話を、邪魔されたくないだけよ。それに、私の彼氏が不倫相手だなんて言われたら困るもの」 目の前で、大輝の瞳から愛が崩れ落ちていった。 これで、うまくいったんだ。 だけど、私がいなくなった後…… 私の遺品を整理していた大輝は、ベッドの下に隠してあった血まみれの服を見つけて、それを抱きしめて、意識を失うまで泣き叫んだそうだ。

異世界の王家に生まれながらクーデターで日本へ逃げてきた三兄弟。医術チートの長男・聡、武術最強の次男・尊、ラテアート天才の三男・悟は、喫茶店『お命頂戴致します。』を営みつつ、裏では依頼人の“人生の問題”を異世界級スキルで解決する秘密稼業をこなしていた。最強執事・瀬蓮と情報屋キャサリンを従え、バンド問題から偽装殺人、跡継ぎ争いまで何でも対応。だが祖国の危機が再び迫り、三兄弟は王族として国を救うため動き出す──コメディ×異世界王族×喫茶店の痛快物語！

私が死んで三年目、夫がようやく私のことを思い出した。 理由は、彼の幼馴染が急性骨髄性白血病を再発し、再び造血幹細胞の移植が必要になったからだ。 彼は私が住んでいた家を探し出し、私に提供同意書にサインさせようとした。 しかし、そこにはすでに誰も住んでいなかった。 彼は近所の人に尋ねた。 近所の人は言った。「真希ってあの娘のことかい？もうとっくに死んじまったよ！病気の時に骨髄提供までさせられて、その数日後には亡くなったって話だよ」 彼は信じようとせず、近所の人が私と結託して自分を騙していると思い込んだ。 彼は苛立ちを隠さず近所の人に言った。「もし彼女に会ったら伝えてくれ。三日以内に姿を見せなければ、あの女が育ててるガキの医療費は一銭も払わないってな」 近所の人は彼の頑なな態度に呆れて首を振り、その場を離れながら呟いた。「あの子もかわいそうに、もうとっくに餓死してるんだってさ……」

夫が突然、SNSにこんな投稿をした。 「この身体はすでに国のために捧げた。もう君に尽くすことは叶わない」 何のことか聞こうとしたところ、彼から研究施設がある町行きの航空券が送られてきた。 そして、「任務は機密事項で、この間は連絡を取ることができない」と告げられた。 それから10ヶ月後、本来なら研究所にいるはずの夫が突然帰ってきた。そのタイミングで、私が妊娠検査を受けているところに鉢合わせたのだ。 8ヶ月に膨らんだお腹を見て、彼の顔は真っ青になった。「俺が10ヶ月も家を空けてたのに、なんでお前が妊娠してるんだ！」 私は肩をすくめて答えた。「3年間行くんじゃなかったの？10ヶ月で帰ってくるなんて、早すぎるんじゃない？」

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The day of the verdict, Simon—my fiancé—begged me to take the deal. "I know you're innocent, but Nancy's pregnant. I can't let her go to jail." Tears. Fake concern. "This is for your own good," he said, holding my hand. I signed it. In my last life, I refused—and paid for it with prison, torture, and infertility. This time? I played along. By morning, headlines screamed I'd stolen trade secrets. Nancy? Front and center. "Yeah, it was her. I saw her sneak into Johnston Group with my own eyes!" But when court opened that afternoon, Clark—yes, the plaintiff—stepped up and dropped the case. Then, in front of everyone, he pulled out a ring, dropped to one knee, and said, "Heidi Wynn, this time... will you marry me?"

I'm the scapegoat who was hired by the rich Shelton family to marry into that family under the guise of repaying them for their benevolence. But my wife, Jenny Shelton, hates me for ruining the wedding meant for her and her first love, Jackson Wembley. She has hordes of treasure under her name, and yet she only gives me five dollars every day to survive. I've starved to the point I'm all skin and bones. Jenny, on the other hand, goes through partners like mad. She even drives while under alcoholic influence in order to make her new boyfriend laugh, which results in her crashing into the generator powering in the hospital and causing my mother's death. Later on, Jenny merely throws me a black card. "Wow, you really have the heart to arrange for your mom to live in that small and rundown hospital, huh? Then again, a money-minded person like you is capable of doing everything in this world. "Take this card and get your mom transferred to a VIP ward. Don't think about stealing from this card; I'll always check the bills." But I just throw the black card away and start preparing for my mom's funeral. What Jenny doesn't know is that Jackson had chosen to flee from the altar and abandon her back then. I was just a tool hired by her family in order to comfort her. Now that my mom is dead and I'm done paying back the debt, it's time for me to leave.

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

On the first day I reunite with the wealthy Holloways, as soon as I step into the villa, I'm instantly whisked into a car with tinted windows. The fake heiress, Kate Holloway, cuts my ID and bank card with a pair of scissors right in front of my biological parents. She grins smugly at me the whole time. "You see, Rosalie, I've offended that one person who must not be offended at all costs in Ravenfield. You should go kneel in his estate for a few days. Think of this as your way to repay the Hollways for giving birth to you in this world." My heartless parents even tell the driver, "Make sure that she doesn't escape. It all depends on her whether or not our family will be able to survive this crisis." The journey to the mysterious man's estate is bumpy. But the scenery outside the window becomes more familiar as time passes. Finally, the driver stops right outside a well-guarded estate. He reports in a frightened tone, "W-We are here to deliver the girl to Mr. Whitethorn." Mr. Whitethorn? As in the powerful man who is prone to mood swings and can easily make families such as the Holloways go into bankruptcy with just a twitch of his finger? Wait, isn't that Dominic Whitethorn, my adoptive father who has doted on me since I was a little girl? The Holloways have chosen to make me the scapegoat in order to protect Kate. They probably never would've thought that the fearsome Mr. Whitethorn, who's capable of determining their survival, has scoured the entire city for me because I didn't come home last night.

Elle : Élise, 29 ans, brillante architecte d’intérieur, méticuleuse, fière, habituée à tout contrôler. Lui : Marcus, 36 ans, maître d’œuvre, brut, direct, un homme de terrain qui ne supporte pas qu’on lui donne des ordres. Ils travaillent ensemble sur un chantier de luxe à Marseille. Et ils ne peuvent pas se supporter. Ou peut-être que si. Première histoire d'une longue série où la haine et l'amour ne sont pas loin.