My wife always said, "Bath time is my only joy," which explained why she took such long baths. The way she hummed to herself sounded like proof of her happiness. Then one day, my younger brother, who had quit his job and started job hunting, began staying at my place. We agreed he'd live with us for a while. At first, I didn't mind his presence much. But soon, I noticed my wife's bath time getting even longer. I assumed it was because the bathroom was the only place she could be alone with him around, so I'd occasionally tell her to keep it reasonable. However, one day, I caught my wife and my brother together in the bathroom. It was an unbelievable sight. Seeing my wife engaged with my brother in such an intimate, exposed manner felt like a dream. From that day on, I could no longer pretend to remain calm as I had before.