My friend accidentally discovered my husband’s biggest lie. If you were in my shoes, how would you react?

When my Spanish husband spoke to his parents, I never questioned the language barrier — until my friend, fluent in Spanish, joined us for dinner. Halfway through the meal, she grabbed my arm, eyes wide with horror. “You need to talk to your husband. Right now.”

The scent of freshly brewed espresso and warm churros filled the air as I sat in a quaint café, journaling my thoughts about Barcelona.

A deep, velvety voice interrupted my scribbling. “Excuse me, but you look like someone who enjoys good conversation.”
I looked up to find a man with dark, expressive eyes and an easy smile standing beside my table. His Spanish accent made every word sound like poetry.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, unable to keep from smiling back. “And what does someone who enjoys good conversation look like?”

He gestured to my journal. “They write when everyone else is taking pictures. They sit alone but look comfortable doing it. They notice things.” He extended his hand. “I’m Luis.”
“Emma,” I replied, shaking his hand.
What started as a casual conversation turned into a whirlwind romance. By the end of my trip, I felt something undeniable between us. Something I hadn’t expected to find.