"What gives you the right to talk to me like that? What did I say that was so wrong?"
Seeing his temper flare only fueled Melanie's rage.
"Listen to me very carefully, Everett."
She jabbed a finger squarely at his chest, her voice razor-sharp and unyielding.
"Daphne hates pretentious fine dining. She loves spicy food. Her absolute favorite is fiery Mexican cuisine."
"What?"
Everett stared at her, completely dumbfounded.
"She also hates long dresses. In fact, before she met you, she didn't own a single one."
"She's athletic, which is why her go-to outfits are tracksuits or a simple tee with jeans."
"She loves being comfortable and relaxed, and she despises anything fake or high-maintenance... But for you, she forced herself to sit through stiff dinners and wear those ridiculous dresses just to fit your aesthetic."
"And not only is she incredible at basketball, she excels at almost every sport. But you wouldn't know a thing about that."
"Because even though you accepted her feelings, you never once cared enough to actually get to know her or see what made her special."
"You played the role of the perfect boyfriend on the surface, but in reality, she spent the entire relationship catering to you, bending over backward to keep you happy."
"And while you soaked up every ounce of love she poured into you, you somehow managed to cast yourself as the victim when you walked away. Honestly, Everett... you make me sick."
After thoroughly unleashing her wrath, Melanie felt a deep sense of satisfaction, just as a slow clap broke the tension.
The applause came from Sebastian.
He looked at Melanie, adjusting his dark glasses.
"Brilliantly said."
He offered her a warm, knowing smile and added two more words:
"Absolute perfection."
Melanie was momentarily confused by his reaction.
Because Daphne and Everett's messy breakup had nothing to do with him.
He barely knew the context.
Usually, an outsider would just politely ignore this kind of drama.
Even if they were secretly enjoying the show, they rarely cheered it on like a spectator sport.
It was an ugly confrontation about a breakup, after all.
Not a proposal.
Everett shot Sebastian a look—or rather, a venomous glare.
But Sebastian didn't even register it.
Because his attention was entirely fixed on Melanie.

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