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But it was never just about us

It was about our family name

About what our father would also want, even though he no longer controlled Tennyson Financial, the largest financial corporation in the US Even though he divorced ourmy brother and e lived with our mother

But today, ather in strength, and I’d like to think that the bastard even suffered a bit of a broken heart at the sight of the love of his life without breath in her lungs and warmth on her skin

The old Julian would have said he deserved it

The Julian that woke up from that coma couldn’t even look in the direction of the casket without tearing up and wanting to throw glassware all over the mansion

“Fine” My voice was clipped, forced “I’m fine, you?” I took another slow sip, e stared me down

We were identical twins

He was a bit broader than I was, but now that I’d taken up lifting in order to work out the rage I had over the fact that he’d stolen my fiancée, it was even harder to tell us apart

“Liar” He tilted the bottle of Jack into lass I let him, because I wasn’t numb yet, because it hurt, because I had nobody to talk to

Because I couldn’t talk to hiry at him

It had been four months, and I still couldn’t look at Izzy, as now his wife Because then I’d see the pity in her eyes, the sadness, the need for uilt

“Yeah, well, I’ot?”

“You’ve been distracted lately” He pointed out the obvious, , so I could continue hating him

I scowled “Can we not do this? Not only is the place crawling withbrother on how to run my own company”

“That’s not what this is about” He lowered his voice “This is about you running yourself ragged, showing up to work looking like you haven’t slept in years, dark circles under your eyes, cracked knuckles like the punching bag you spar as pissing you off toofroets to re”