I’ve been cheating on my wife for so long that I even forgot when I was faithful. For several years now we’ve been playing a game: I pretend that I’m not cheating, and Ira pretends she believes it. Maybe because she can’t prove it. Or maybe because she doesn’t want to—this way she lives easier. And none of us thinks about divorce. At least not yet… But what if one day my wife gets tired of this game? What if she issues an ultimatum, and I’ll have to choose between my family and an affair?