I thought discovering my husband’s secret relationship would be the worst day of my life. I was wrong. Two hours after leaving home in anger, I returned to find a young woman standing at my front door, holding a sleeping baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. Carolina, my husband Bruno’s assistant, looked exhausted and frightened. I knew who she was, and I knew enough about her connection to Bruno to want nothing to do with her. Yet the moment I saw the child in her arms, something stopped me. Carolina begged to come inside, insisting she wasn’t there because of Bruno. Her voice shook as she held the baby closer. Then she said something that made my heart race: the child wasn’t hers.