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In the twelfth year of our childless marriage, I discovered that my husband, Barry Harman, had a hidden second family. That day, I found a photo on his phone of a little boy who looked exactly like him. I asked him, "Whose child is this?" His face turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, and he finally managed to say, "I can explain." I said, "Explain what? Explain that you had a son behind my back?" His head hung low, and he wouldn't look at me. "I'm sorry." I laughed. "Can those two words give me back these twelve years?"