I never questioned the language barrier between my Spanish husband Luis and his parents—until my friend Patricia, fluent in Spanish, joined us for dinner. Halfway through the meal, she grabbed my arm and whispered,

horrified: “You need to talk to your husband. Now. His parents just asked when he’s going to tell you about his real wife—in Spain.”I confronted Luis. His silence said it all. He had a whole other family: a wife and two kids. I kicked him out that night.But I didn’t stop there.