"I can't believe you, Liam," Michael said, his voice steady, though the anger was palpable. "This wasn't just about the business, was it? You were willing to ruin everything just for leverage, and for what? Because you're jealous?"
Liam leaned back, his expression smug but tainted with guilt. "Jealous? Maybe. Or maybe I'm just tired of always living in your shadow, Michael. Everything has always been about you—the responsible twin, the golden boy. I've had to fight for everything. Do you have any idea what that's like?"
I clenched my fists, unable to hold back anymore, because what he was saying was absolutely shit and I couldn't take it anymore. "You can't be serious, Liam. You're going to use jealousy as an excuse for everything you've done? You nearly ruined the lives of everyone involved, including the child. How could you be so reckless?"
