When my Spanish husband spoke to his parents, I never questioned the language barrier—until my friend, fluent in Spanish, joined us for dinner. Halfway through, she grabbed my arm and whispered, “You need to talk to your husband. Right now.”
Over dinner, Patricia, who understood Spanish, froze and whispered urgently, “His parents just asked when he’s going to tell you about his real wife—in Spain.”
Luis had been married to another woman, Sofia, for years, and had two children with her while secretly being with me. I confronted him, and he admitted the truth. We’d been married for three years, but he was still married to Sofia.
I was devastated and angry. I packed his things and emptied our bank accounts. I took action, contacting Sofia, who was equally shocked. We both filed lawsuits for bigamy and fraud. Luis lost his job, his reputation, and his home. He ended up back at his parents’ house, disgraced.
Months later, Patricia and I celebrated at the same café where I met Luis. “To new beginnings,” she toasted. I raised my glass. “To karma.”