In the end, it was a security guard on patrol who spotted her half-dead in the underground garage and rushed her to the hospital.
The second she was conscious, she grabbed her phone and called her lawyer.
“Colton already signed the divorce papers,” she said flatly. “But I’m not sitting through some bullshit one-month cooling-off period. I want this divorce done within a week.”
Kenzie was a lawyer. She knew damn well it could be done.
On the other end of the line, Attorney Larsson went quiet for a moment.
“Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll make it happen.”
Hearing that, she hung up. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed again.
It was a message from Clarkson.
[Hey, I called you so many times last night. You didn’t pick up. Did something happen?]
[Kenzie, I’m worried sick. Please answer once you see this.]
There were dozens of messages like that.
And yet, not a single one from Colton or from her so-called brothers.
If Kinsey had so much as stubbed her toe, they sure would have shut the entire New York down looking for her.
‘So this is the difference between being loved and being hated,’ Kenzie thought bitterly.
She typed back.
[I went to bed early. I’m fine. Don’t worry.]
A lie. But she wasn’t about to let the only person who cared lose sleep over her.
Clarkson replied almost instantly, as if he’d been staring at his phone the whole time.
[As long as you’re okay. The weather’s bad right now and all flights are grounded. Once it clears up, I’ll be in New York to get you.]
She sent back one word.
[Okay.]
Just after sending it, a nurse walked in.
“Ma’am, you’ll need to contact a family member.”
Hearing the word family, Kenzie answered flatly, “Family? I’m an orphan. I don’t have one.”
The nurse hesitated, clearly recognizing her.
“Aren’t you Mrs. Parkhouse? Your husband is upstairs with your sister. You could ask him to come down and take care of the hospital bills.”
Kenzie froze. “Why the hell are they here?”
“Oh,” the nurse said casually, “your sister bit her lip while eating. Mr. Parkhouse and your brothers completely panicked. They even called in multiple specialists.”
The nurse’s face darkened as she looked back at Kenzie, clearly pissed on her behalf.
“You’re family, too, aren’t you?” she snapped. “It was barely a scratch, yet they acted like the world was ending. You almost bled to death last night, and not a single one of them came to check on you.”