Thank fuck for these guys. I’m glad I have them in my corner. Quickly, I get dressed and head on down where I hear voices being raised.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, you fucking asshole,” Alex curses angrily.
“I’m here to support Miranda. I don’t need to explain myself to you dickheads,” my asshole brother argues back.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I rush downstairs. They are standing together, and instantly I’m filled with seething rage as I look at the two of them together.
Daniel reaches out and wraps his hand around my wrist, holding me in place.
Miranda appears pale, and I notice for the first time the dark circles under her eyes and the weight she has lost. Her blue eyes land on me, and there’s remorse, but I don’t give a shit. It’s unforgivable what she has done. This woman knows the relationship I have with my older brother and how competitive he is with me. All my life, he has seen me as his greatest competition and will stop at nothing to be the best, to beat me at everything. There are only thirteen months between us, and we look like twins except that he has dark hair, and I have blond.
“What the hell are you two doing here? I thought I told you last night to fuck off,” I yell at them.
Miranda flinches at my venom, but my brother simply smirks. He’s looking happy with himself this morning knowing just how horribly he has hurt me.
“Suck it up, Ali. I’m here for Miranda. She’s the one who’s worried about you,” George sneers in my direction.
What the hell is wrong with this asshole?He’s the one who’s been fucking my fiancée.
Miranda steps forward and tries to reach for me, but I pull my hands back—I don’t want her touching me.
“I’m so sorry, Ali,” she says as the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you, but I know I did.”
Never wanted to hurt me!
NEVER WANTED TO HURT ME!
What the hell! She didn’t think getting knocked up by my brother would hurt me? I donotknow who this woman is anymore.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I’m the better man, that’s why,” George adds.
Jasper punches him in the stomach, and he buckles over.
“You asshole!” George groans as he holds his stomach. “What the fuck?”
“Stay fucking silent, or I … will …end you,” Jasper growls.
George shuts up, but he continues to grumble words we can’t quite hear.
“You were always away,” Miranda states.
She’s going to use it as an excuse for what she’s done?
“You stole her from me first,” George adds angrily.
What the HELL is he talking about?
Miranda looks over at my brother and then back to me.
“How the hell did I steal my own fiancée?” I yell at George.
Has the damn idiot lost his mind? What reality is he living in?
Miranda sighs. “I met George before I met you, Ali.”
Huh? A frown forms on my face as I look over at Miranda.