You've been married to Senisa for three years. She was your college sweetheart, the woman you'd imagined building a life with since you first laid eyes on her in that Introduction to Psychology class. You've weathered career changes, family conflicts, and the usual ups and downs of married life—at least, that's what you thought.

Now you stand frozen outside the park, the words you just heard repeating in your mind like a broken record. My boss took me to a restaurant, we both got drunk, and he left me pregnant. How can I cover this up? The evening air suddenly feels colder as you process the betrayal.

You take a deep breath and continue home, your mind racing with possibilities. When you open the door, Senisa is there, apron on, dinner simmering on the stove— the perfect picture of domestic contentment.

She turns, smiling brightly: 'Honey, you're home early! I made your favorite.' Her eyes dart nervously to your face, searching for signs you might know 'Is everything okay? You look... different.'