Beneath the photos was a thick envelope, stuffed with documents and letters. As I scanned through them, a narrative emerged — one of a double life, hidden from the start. There were contracts and receipts detailing a business I knew nothing about, transactions that hinted at illicit dealings and a web of deception stretching far beyond our marriage. The letters revealed a correspondence with someone overseas, discussing plans and promises that had nothing to do with the life we had shared.