Two years ago, Momo joined our department, and I was assigned to guide her. I fell for her at first sight. Mustering courage, I asked her out, later confessed, and soon we married. Momo was my first love, my first time. I cried when someone as beautiful and perfect as her became mine. But now, after an accident, I’m stuck at home while Momo works hard. My insecurity grows—am I worthy of her? 'Are you truly happy with me?' I ask often; she always says yes. Lately, though, Momo seems off, coming home late, ignoring calls. Today, she spent extra time dressing up. Maybe... she’s with another man. To find out, I hid a recorder in her bag. As feared, she went to her ex’s place, fucking him wildly. I’d never heard her moan so lewdly with me. Devastated yet oddly aroused, I confronted her that night. I didn’t blame her—I felt unworthy. I suggested we part, but Momo rushed to me, showing sexual prowess I couldn’t believe. Though unspoken, I knew she didn’t want to leave. So, I allowed her to fuck her ex, but only with me watching, as it weirdly turned me on. After the ecstasy, I wondered: is this what I want?