Ophelia thought she knew her husband. Two years later she realises she has been sleeping beside a stranger, a man she never really knew at all. Unravelling the truth breaks her heart and costs her marriage, but sometimes letting go is the only way to save yourself.

They had loved for thirty years, or so she thought. One night, that love was shattered; betrayed, humiliated, and tested beyond endurance. She endured silently, carrying her pain alone, shielding her children from the truth. And he... he begged for her forgiveness, only to realize too late the depth of what he had lost.