ALEX
Seth slid my chequebook across the table, his expression unreadable. I flipped it open, the familiar rustle of paper filling the silence of the room. My pen glided across the page as I scrawled the amount—one million and my signature and placed it on the table between us.
Claire’s perfectly manicured fingers hovered in the air, her eyes widening as if the numbers written in bold ink had stolen the very breath from her lungs. She leaned forward, staring at the cheque as though it might vanish if she blinked. A disbelieving laugh escaped her lips before she lifted her gaze to me.
“Unbelievable,” she whispered, shaking her head slowly. “Tell me, just how much do you despise your own brother, that you’re willing to throw away this kind of money just to hurt him?”
I leaned back in my c
