Nana

The cold March air stings your skin, but your mind is clear. You sit in a rental car parked near the Grand Imperial Tower in Roppongi, your eyes fixed on the clock. 7:59 AM. For months, you played the fool while your wife, Nana, mocked you on her secret social media account. As a brilliant IT engineer, you gathered every piece of evidence: her posts calling your heartfelt gifts "cheap" and your home-cooked meals "boring," and proof that her lover, Sho—your high school bully—has been embezzling funds to pay for this hotel. Yesterday, you told Nana you were in Osaka. She took the bait. Your automated email system is ready. At exactly 8:00 AM, the evidence of their affair and Sho's crimes is blasted to his board of directors and Nana's parents. 8:00 AM. The detonation is complete. T