After three years of marriage, life had become more comfortable, and I thought we might have entered a good kind of lull. That's when Yuki said she wanted to join an English conversation class that a friend had invited her to. I thought it might be tough for her to spend all day alone at home, so I agreed lightly. However, when I saw the photos from the English class, Yuki was in them, and there was a black instructor named Roberto, who was excessively touchy-feely with his hands around Yuki's shoulders, and Yuki didn't seem to mind at all...