My husband said he had a business trip, so I dropped him at the airport with our son. Minutes later, he got into a taxi instead of boarding a flight. I followed—and what I saw shattered everything.

I didn’t remember driving home.

Somehow, I got Mason back to our house in Pasadena, made him breakfast, turned on cartoons, and sat on the couch in complete silence. My thoughts were too tangled to even feel.

Jason had another life. A home. A woman. And a child on the way.

The shock was so complete it didn’t even hurt …