obsessed over you

chapter 11

As evening descended upon the family mansion, the air grew heavy with tension. Ethan had just returned from work, his mind still preoccupied with the day’s events. The house was too quiet for comfort, but it wasn’t long before dinner was served in the dining room. His grandfather was at the head of the table, his father and mother seated around it, all waiting in silence.

Ethan was about to take his seat when he saw him.

Evan.

Evan walked down the stairs, his presence commanding the room. Ethan’s gaze lingered on his twin brother for a moment, but his expression remained stone cold. He didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t care. The bond between them had shattered long ago, and whatever remained now was just a hollow, tense truce.

Evan didn’t acknowledge him either. He took his seat across from Ethan, his posture just as stiff, just as aloof. They were two strangers sitting at a table, bound by blood but divided by a past neither could forget.

Dinner was an uncomfortable affair. The clinking of cutlery was the only sound in the room, but no one dared speak to the twins. Their silence was deafening. Their father, trying to break the tension, finally spoke.

“Why aren’t you two talking?” he asked. “What’s the matter with you?”

Before either of them could respond, their grandfather slammed his hand on the table, causing everyone to jump.

“You better start talking,” their grandfather barked. “If you two are going to keep acting like this, you can forget about inheritance. Not a damn thing for either of you.”

Ethan’s heart clenched at the mention of inheritance, but he wasn’t about to let it show. He didn’t care for it. Not anymore. His gaze locked with his grandfather’s, his voice as cold as ice.

“Excuse me, Grandfather, but I’m not interested in any inheritance,” Ethan said, his tone flat and detached.

Evan, his lips curling into a sly smirk, muttered just loud enough for Ethan to hear, “No one needs you to be interested.”

Ethan’s blood boiled. He was done with this game. He wasn’t going to pretend anymore. He didn’t need anyone’s approval or sympathy. He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

“What the hell did you say?” Ethan’s voice was low, but it was filled with a dangerous calm.

Evan didn’t even flinch. “What? You got something to say to me, Ethan?” he sneered, his eyes cold and unbothered.

“Say it to my face, Evan,” Ethan shot back, his voice growing sharper. He was done holding back.

Evan’s eyes narrowed, and with an arrogant flick of his wrist, he tossed his chopsticks onto the table. “Why would I be scared of you, you piece of s**t?”

The words were like a slap across Ethan’s face, but he didn’t blink. He just glared at Evan, his eyes hard and unforgiving.

“If you’re not scared, then say it louder next time,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Or better yet, shut the hell up.”

And just like that, the floodgates opened. The fight between the twins—built up over years of resentment, lies, and betrayal—was inevitable. It had been brewing for too long.

“You’re the reason she’s dead,” Evan spat, his words dripping with hatred. His face was twisted in anger, his hands trembling. “You took her from me, Ethan. You stole her from me, and now you’re acting like it’s nothing.”

The words hit Ethan like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t care about Evan’s accusations anymore. He didn’t care about anything Evan had to say.

“Evan, get over it,” Ethan snapped, his voice cold and final. “She’s dead. And it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything to her. Get that through your head.”

Evan’s eyes burned with fury, his hands curling into fists. “You’re lying. I know what I saw!” he roared. “You think you can hide behind lies, but I won’t let you get away with it.”

Ethan didn’t even flinch. “I’m done with this bullshit,” he said, his voice emotionless. “I don’t care what you think. You want to blame me? Fine. But I’m not going to beg for your forgiveness. You’re on your own with this one.”

Evan’s face twisted into a snarl, and without warning, he lunged at Ethan, shoving him hard in the chest. “You’ve always been the favorite, haven’t you?” he hissed. “You’ve always been the one to get everything. But you’ll never have what I had. Not now. Not ever.”

Ethan shoved Evan back with equal force, his expression unreadable. “You’re pathetic. You think I give a damn about what you had? I don’t care, Evan. Get it through your head.”

The two brothers stood face to face now, their bodies tense, ready to explode. Their father and mother watched helplessly, not daring to intervene, too scared of the fury building between the twins. The fight wasn’t just physical—it was years of pent-up rage, accusations, and lies.

“You think you’re better than me?” Evan snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk away from all of this like it’s nothing?”

Ethan’s voice was icy, his gaze never leaving his brother’s. “I don’t need to prove anything to you, Evan. I’m done with this charade.”

And with that, the fight was on. They bickered, they fought—verbal blows sharper than anything physical. The anger between them was raw, unfettered. There was no love left between the twins, no forgiveness. Only cold hatred and regret.

Their parents could do nothing to stop them. No matter how hard they tried to intervene, nothing would break the wall that had been built between Ethan and Evan. They were enemies, locked in a battle they both knew would never end.

This was how it had to be. They were no longer brothers. Just two men, locked in a never-ending war, all because of a woman who was gone.

Their grandfather, already seething with fury, slammed his walking stick onto the table with a force that made the entire room shake. The sound reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, making everyone freeze in their seats.

The twins, caught in their vicious verbal battle, fell silent, eyes locked on the old man. His eyes were blazing with rage as he stood up, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

“Enough!” he barked, his voice filled with authority. “Both of you. I’ve had it with your childish bickering.” Without another word, he lifted his walking stick and struck both Ethan and Evan across their backs, each blow a sharp reminder of the wrath he had built up over the years.

Evan flinched, a guttural growl escaping his throat, but he didn’t back down. Ethan, on the other hand, barely moved, his jaw clenched in cold defiance. The pain didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered but the anger and hatred between them.

Their grandfather glared at them both, his eyes cold and unforgiving. “I want you brats out of my house right now. I don’t ever want to see either of you again until you have made up with each other.”

Evan sneered, his face twisted in disgust. He stood up, looking down at his grandfather before turning to leave. “Never,” he muttered under his breath, before storming out of the room, his footsteps heavy and full of resentment.

Ethan stood there for a moment, his eyes narrowing at his brother's retreating figure. Then, without another word, he too stood up and turned to leave, his heart heavy with the weight of everything. His body moved like an automatic response, but his mind was a tangled mess of anger, frustration, and confusion.

As Ethan walked out of the house, the tension in the room seemed to build even more. Rebecca, sitting helplessly, was overcome with emotion. Her tears flowed freely as she covered her face with her hands. “When will all this end? When will they stop fighting?” Her voice trembled with heartbreak, and her sobs filled the room.

Richard, his face a mask of frustration, moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “It’s okay,” he said softly, trying to steady her. “They’re adults. If they can’t overcome their differences, then it’s useless. There’s nothing we can do anymore. Let them figure it out on their own.”

Rebecca’s crying intensified as she clung to him. “But they’re brothers, Richard! What has happened to them? How did it come to this?” Her voice broke, and her sobs echoed in the stillness of the room.

Her husband’s expression hardened, his gaze focused on the door that Ethan and Evan had both walked out of. He gently rubbed her back, trying to offer comfort but struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know, darling,” he said, his voice low and tired. “I really don’t know.”

Meanwhile, their grandfather, still seething with rage, stood there, fuming. His voice was low but laced with venom when he spoke again. “I don’t want to see those two bastards in this house ever again.” His words cut through the room like a blade, and he turned on his heel to leave.

Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock, her face pale from the anguish of the moment. “Father, please, don’t say that,” she begged, her voice trembling. But her plea fell on deaf ears. The old man didn’t even look back as he strode away, his angry footsteps echoing through the house.

He reached the stairs and looked back only once. “It’s too late for them,” he said harshly, and without another word, he ascended to his room, leaving Rebecca’s sobs behind.

The silence in the room was deafening as Richard continued to hold his wife, his expression unreadable. He could only hope that someday, his sons would find a way to mend what was broken, but deep down, he knew the rift between them had grown too wide. The path ahead seemed uncertain for all of them, and no one knew how much longer they would endure the weight of the past.