"What about this one? It's pretty ordinary. I doubt you'd miss it, would you?"
Megan's eyes were full of challenge.
It was my fault for being too accommodating, making her genuinely believe I wouldn't get upset.
I used to be fierce and unyielding, and she seemed to have forgotten that.
The champagne-colored gown was custom-made for me by Kaden, and the diamond necklace was what I wore on our wedding day.
Choosing the stunning champagne gown was one thing, but including my prized necklace was an outright provocation.
I let out a derisive laugh.
"Megan, you seem to have a real thing for other people's stuff. Since you want it so badly, just take it," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Some people are just born trashy, always thinking someone else's is better and desperately trying to snatch it away. If you want to pick up what others have discarded, who am I to stop you?"
I was so angry that I couldn't remember how to temper my words, just wanting to tear into Megan.
I looked up and saw Kaden standing in the doorway.