Joel seemed to shrink into his skin as he turned to Mark. His brows furrowed in confusion. "Dude, I thought we were best friends? I thought you'd always have my back," he said in disbelief.

"We are best friends, and I would always have your back," Mark replied indifferently, then shrugged and tucked his hands into his pockets. "But she's my wife, and trust me, I'm not supporting anyone."

"So you're just going to stand there and let your wife bully us like that?" Joel murmured, disappointment still in his eyes.

"Are you just going to let my wife bully you like that?" Mark retorted calmly, brow arched, leaving Joel...