Betrayal. The Right to a Family

“I want to show you something, sweetheart.”

I step into the office silently, walk up to the desk, and put before Valery an unlocked phone with messages from his lover. I sit down silently in the chair opposite. My fingers touch the screen, I run my eyes over it, and then I lift my calm gaze.

“So?”

“You have a lover. And this is you with her in the photo.”

“Yes,” he nods and leans back. “So what’s the problem?”