I had been married to the gentle and kind San for three years, living a stable life. However, she had recently become reclusive at home, so I suggested an English conversation class as a way to cheer her up. Although she wasn't initially enthusiastic, she seemed to enjoy it once she started attending, which put me at ease. But when I saw photos of her getting too close with the black instructor Roberto, I felt a slight pang of jealousy. Then, one day, my wife didn't come home by our agreed time, and I was struck with an unfamiliar sense of anxiety that pierced through my entire body...
