I married Yuri two years ago. Originally, she worked as a narrator and took a break after our marriage, but to help with the household finances, she accepted a part-time job involving English, which led her to start attending English conversation classes. One day, I passed by a black man near our home. When I returned home, there were two cups on the table, making me anxious. Upon questioning, Yuri said she had been studying English with the black instructor in our room. Learning that my wife had brought a black man into our home without my knowledge filled me with an indescribable sense of unease…
