I looked at Sienna. She looked back at me, her eyes soft with manufactured sympathy.
"She is not my benefactor," I said. "She is the woman sleeping with my husband."
"Don't you dare-" My mother grabbed my arm. "Jasper took her skiing because she was grieving. That is all it was. You left because you're selfish and immature and you always have been."
"She was not grieving." My voice was steady. "She was in Aspen. In a suite. Drinking champagne. While I was in a hospital."
My mother reached for the vase on the side table.
Sienna stood up fast. "Martha, don't. Aurora's pregnant. You'll hurt the baby."
The words landed in the room and sat there.
I looked at Sienna.
"Stop pretending, bitch.You don't have to perform concern," I said. "Not anymore."
My mother had gone still. The
