Page 131 of Claimed By The Other Brother

"How the fuck do you know about that?"

"Your mother told me," Dax says coldly.

"She slipped up. Mentioned you were down there reconnecting with Rebecca."

Miles's face goes pale. "Mom toldyou?"

"Yes. And I've known for a while." Dax's grip on Miles's shirt tightens.

"So don't stand there acting like you have any moral high ground. You abandoned Scarlett, ran to Florida, and fucked your ex. You gave up any claim to her."

Miles shoves Dax off and starts toward me.

"Scarlett, I can explain. This is what I've been trying to tell you—"

Dax blocks him, stepping in front of me.

"Stay away from her."

"She's not yours!"

"Yes, she is." Dax's voice is absolutely certain.

"Scarlett belongs to me. You leave her the fuck alone."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Miles's face contorts. He lunges at Dax again.

They collide, fists flying. Dax lands a punch to Miles's stomach. Miles swings back, connecting with Dax's cheekbone. I'm screaming at them to stop, but they're not listening. Finally, Dax gets Miles in a headlock and throws him toward the door.

"Get out," Dax says, his voice deadly calm despite the blood on his lip.

Miles is on his knees, breathing hard. He looks up at me, and there are actual tears in his eyes.

"Scarlett, please. We can work through this. We had something good—"

"No." The word comes out flat, final.

"We didn't. We had something comfortable. Something safe. But it wasn't good, Miles. It was never passionate. It was never real."

He stands, wiping blood from his nose.

"You'll regret this."

"I already regret it," I shoot back.

"I regret wasting three years on someone who couldn't commit to me. Who ran to his ex-girlfriend the moment things got hard. Who humiliated me in front of everyone I know."

"You're making a mistake."

"The only mistake I made was saying yes to you in the first place." My voice is rising now, years of frustration pouring out.

"I'm done playing small for you, Miles. I'm done being the woman you keep on the shelf while you figure out what you want. It's over. Regardless of what happens with Dax, you and I are done. I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be with you. And the fact that you humiliated me and then ran to fuck your ex shows me you were never serious about me in the first place. Stop lying to yourself. Stop lying to me."

Miles stares at me, his expression crumbling. Then rage takes over. He grabs the lamp from my side table and hurls it against the wall. It shatters, glass scattering across my floor.

"Fuck both of you," he spits.

"You deserve each other."