I married my wife at work and, after our marriage, she became a full-time housewife. Busy with my job, I barely had time to notice what was happening at home—until recently, when some household fixtures broke down. I decided to go ahead with a renovation and left the arrangements entirely to my wife. She hired a contractor, but I sensed something off about the guy. Still, my wife insisted, "You shouldn't judge people by appearances," and continued trusting him completely. A few days later, I came home early and walked in on a shocking scene: my wife and the contractor were having sex in a locked room. She was moaning, clearly enjoying it, her expression one I'd never seen before. I instantly got hard, frozen in place, unable to move or react. I quietly left the house and returned shortly after, making loud noises to announce my arrival. The contractor left calmly, as if nothing had happened, and my wife greeted me with a cheerful smile, acting completely normal. That night, I couldn't hold back any longer and confronted her about what I'd seen.