Betrayal. The Right to Happiness

“No, darling, it’s not what you think…” I raise my hand in the air because I don’t want to hear banal excuses.

Neither of us manages to say anything else. The door behind the traitor suddenly swings open, and I see the one from whom I absolutely didn’t expect such a betrayal.

“No, Mila, it’s exactly ‘that’!” she snaps. “Don’t make excuses, sweetie. We’re so good together, and you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell her. Fate helped us.

In one sheet, she presses against the back of her husband, not forgetting to look at me with triumph, superiority, and victory. Why is she doing this to me? What have I done to her that she always takes everything from me?

“Karina?” The sister’s name slips off my lips along with tears.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day—after all, the test showed two lines…