Dinner finally ended, but the weight in my chest only got heavier. James was acting like the perfect guy he always portrayed. He stood up with a charming smile and offered to help my mom clear the table. "Let me help with that, Mrs. Miller," he said, his voice smooth and polite. My mom beamed at him, probably wishing my brother was half as helpful. I waited, my heart boiling like hot water, until the kitchen cleared out. My mom went into the living room to catch the news, and Leo disappeared to his room. The second the swinging door shut, I moved. I grabbed a steak knife from the counter. My hand was shaking, but my grip was tight. I lunged forward, grabbing the collar of James’s white shirt and shoving him back against the refrigerator. I pressed the cold tip of the blade right against the soft skin of his throat. "What the fuck was that about, James?" I hissed, my voice a jagged whisper. "The video. Explain it. Now." "Oii, oii, oii, tiger. Chill out," he drawled, his breath sme
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