After twelve years of marriage, I believed I knew my husband, Josh, inside and out. We had built a life together — two wonderful boys, busy careers, a comfortable home. But all it took was a single pair of expensive sunglasses to crack that image wide open. One ordinary afternoon, I came home from work and found the designer glasses tucked behind a fruit bowl. They weren’t mine. When I asked, Josh and our son, Adam, quickly said they belonged to a classmate,
Alison. Something felt off — what child brings luxury sunglasses to school?The next day, I approached Alison’s mother, who confirmed my suspicion: they weren’t hers. The lie had started to unravel.Later, it was our younger son, Aaron, who revealed the truth unintentionally. “Aren’t those Sophie’s sunglasses, Mom?” he asked innocently — naming the coworker Josh always praised a little too much. Confronted,