Megan's face shifted through a range of emotions, and I found it amusing.

I'd thought Kaden might be upset about me picking on Megan, but instead, he was clearly jealous.

Megan, who prided herself on winning Kaden's heart, was clearly thrown off by his words. This was too entertaining.

I met Kaden's gaze with a smirk. "So what should I be doing? Kaden, you say you value me, yet you've been inviting people into your home."

"I didn't invite her."

"Mr. Wilson." Megan's voice was frantic.

"Get lost," Kaden snapped with an authority that brooked no argument.

Kaden seized my wrist. "Rachel, if I hadn't shown up, would you have just given away the dress and necklace I gave you? Even sent them off?"

"Then what should I do? What do you want from me?"

I turned and slapped Megan across the face, challenging Kaden with my eyes. "Is this what you want?"

Megan was stunned into silence.

"Surprised? When you come to provoke me, you should be ready for a fight. Do you take pleasure in sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?"

I hurled my wine glass at Kaden's feet. "Are you happy now? Is this the result you were aiming for?"

I stormed upstairs, and Kaden followed.

"Kaden, tell that woman to stay away from me. I'm not in the mood to deal with her. I've warned you, my temper isn't great."

"Is this a threat?"

"Call it what you like. Just keep her away from me. I find her repulsive."

Kaden let out a sarcastic laugh. "You're mistaken, Rachel. It's not that she stole me away—I chose her willingly. Sure, she doesn't compare to you in many ways, but so what?" He looked at me, his words cutting sharply.

"Why have you turned into this?" I stared at him, stunned.

Kaden sighed, "Rachel, I don't know when it happened, but I've stopped wanting to come home and I don't see you the way I used to."

I looked at him, feeling a growing sense of alienation.

When do we both change so much?

"To be honest," Kaden continued, "I'm fed up. Rachel, I'm tired of you only seeing me in your world. I'm tired of your lack of self. Everything you do just irritates me. You're not the person you used to be. Maybe we should take a break; it'd be better for both of us."

"Is this all that's left for us to say?" I smashed the wine glass on the floor, shards scattering and wine spilling like our shattered love.