Eight Years of Love. Five Years of Lies.

Synopsis

I walked into my husband's hotel with our miracle baby's ultrasound and a pair of tiny white socks hidden in my purse. Through the half-open ballroom doors, a five-year-old girl in a silver birthday crown ran into his arms and called him Daddy. His mother was arranging her gifts. The other woman wiped cake frosting from his mouth. When I called him from the hallway, he told me he was still in a meeting. The next night, he stood beneath eight years of our photographs and told everyone I was his only home. He never imagined that while he was protecting two families, one of them had already begun to disappear.