In the riotous carnival of human folly, betrayal is the lion that decides, mid-performance, to dine on the ringmaster. It’s a plot twist more predictable than a soap opera cliffhanger, yet it catches us with our pants down every time, leaving us in the center ring, clutching our metaphorical undergarments, as the audience (aka life) roars with laughter. The sting of betrayal, especially from a supposed comrade-in-arms, isn't just a slap across the face—it's a pie, filled with rocks ...