"You lied to me."
He has never been so angry.
"You lied to me."
His rage is boiling, bubbling, frothing, spilling over and when it hits the ground he explodes. "YOU TOLD ME SHE WAS DEAD, YOU HID HER FROM ME, HID HER FROM THE WORLD - " His words become garbled, he's no longer speaking English, but his monologue continues within. You hid her away from the world, kept her from the sun, she should have been dancing, singing, laughing, reading, and you hid her from me, and there is nowhere in the world that will keep you safe from my rage.
A furious scream tears past his throat and he hurls his cane across the room with all of his might, and in a brief moment of clarity all he can think of is how grateful he is for once that Belle isn't here, because Gold - no, not Gold, not Gold, never again Gold - is so livid with rage that he's not sure he'd be able to keep himself from hurting her the way he wants to hurt Regina, Her Bloody Fucking Majesty.
"I - "
He doesn't let her speak, instead takes her by the arm, his grip tight with a strength he never knew he possessed, and swings her towards the door.
"Get. Out."
She tries to protest, and he would be amused by her complete and total idiocy, had he not been so incensed. "Listen, Gold, you can't really - "
"GET OUT!"
And for once Regina's pride backs down, and she allows herself to get kicked out of the house.
And when she is gone, Gold - no, not Gold, never Gold, never again Gold - Rumpelstiltskin sinks to the ground and holds his head in his hands and lets himself, for the first time in eons, cry.
And he is so, so glad that Belle is not here to see this