“His mother has been divorced from you for six years,” I said, and I heard my own voice shake, “and she has never been taken out of that group.

You pull me out of it every time she, or Tristan, or your parents get upset with me.

So tell me something, Zachary.

Who is your actual wife?”

His expression hardened.

“She’s in the group because she’s Tristan’s mother.

It’s for convenience.”

I laughed, though my eyes were burning.