I hired a reputable construction company for a home renovation. During the initial meeting, my wife seemed uncomfortable with one of the workers, a rough-looking man, but I reassured her saying, "It'll be fine," and the work began. Soon, my wife started saying things like, "He fixed this for me" and "He taught me how to do that," gradually growing close to the very worker she'd initially disliked. Seeing her smile, I felt relieved. Yet, deep down, I couldn't help feeling an odd sense of jealousy toward these skilled laborers who seemed superior in every way. Then one day, I came home early and noticed the construction worker's shoes in the hallway. Quietly approaching the bedroom where I heard faint noises, I peeked through the door...