Betrayal. The Right to Deception

“Masha’s husband is cheating,” I say as I plunge a knife into a fluffy beef pie with caramelized onions, staring at my spouse.

“Which Masha?” he tenses up almost imperceptibly.

“And they have a child,” I stretch the knife out and make a new cut in the dough with fragrant filling. “Sweetheart…”

“Yes, Yevushka?”

“This won’t touch us, right?” I smile sweetly. “It must hurt so much when someone close betrays you.”

“No, it won’t touch us,” he smiles weakly. “We’re all different.”