My entire life was a lie. My husband recently passed away, and I was incredibly heartbroken. After 55 years of marriage, I thought I knew everything about him, but I was wrong… It turned out he had his secrets. I was going through his things, holding so many memories in my hands, when I came across a letter. A letter to an unknown woman. “Dear Clara,” it began.

“Sorry for not being able to find time for you, honey. But don’t worry, I will make sure we meet this weekend. I can’t wait to see you and little Sophia. I hope…” but the rest of the words in the letter had disappeared.

But the final straw was a photo of my Justin with a young woman and a child in her arms. All smiling, like a young family… My heart broke. Did my husband lead a double life?

I knew I couldn’t live without answers, so gathering my strength, I set out for the address on the envelope.?