ALEX
I guess the paparazzi finally caught on to something I’ve been doing for years. They noticed how I always call Caleb my stepbrother instead of half-brother.
Of course, Caleb, with that arrogant ego of his, thinks I only do it to provoke him, to dig under his skin. The truth? Maybe I do enjoy watching his jaw tighten whenever I say it. Out of spite, he throws the same word back at me as if we’re children fighting over whose insult cuts deeper.
A dry laugh escaped me, one without humor, as I tossed my iPad onto the desk. The screen went black just as Seth walked in.
“Did you get the pictures?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
He nodded, dropping a brown envelope on the table.
“Not only that,” Seth said, sliding into the chair across from me, “but the woman Caleb had the affair w
