Their arrogance earned a soft, humorless laugh from Kenzie, but she said nothing.
That silence made something twist uncomfortably in Colton’s chest.
“Kenzie,” he asked, frowning, “you weren’t with our son last night. Who’s taking care of him?”
Before she could respond, a nurse suddenly rushed in from upstairs.
“Mr. Parkhouse! Ma’am Kinsey is very upset upstairs. Please go check on her!”
Tension snapped across all three men’s faces at once.
Kobe grabbed Colton by the arm. “Kinsey needs us. What the hell are you waiting for? Move.”
Colton hesitated just for a heartbeat. But then, like always, he chose Kinsey.
“Kinsey needs me,” he said to Kenzie. “I’ll go check on her first. Once things calm down, I’ll come back.”
Just like that, all three of them turned and walked out without looking back.
Kenzie watched their backs disappear, the bitter curve of her smile deepening.
Hah. Colton’s words were dead in under a minute.
‘Colton,’ she thought coldly, ‘our son has been gone for a long time now. And whatever future we had died with him.’
After Colton went upstairs, he never came back down.
At the doctor’s insistence, Kenzie was stuck in the hospital for four long, shitty days before they finally discharged her.
The day she left, Clarkson texted her.
[Flight booked. I’ll be there the day after tomorrow.]
She checked the date.
Perfect. Same day she’d be getting the divorce certificate.
Once that piece of paper was in her hands, she’d be gone for good.
When Kenzie returned to the villa, the second she stepped inside, she saw servants hauling her things out of the bedroom, one item after another.
Before she could ask what the hell was going on, Colton showed up.
“Kinsey’s been diagnosed with cancer,” he said solemnly. “Late stage.”
“All she wants is to spend whatever time she has left living peacefully with me. Your room gets the best sunlight. It’ll be better for her condition. You’ll need to move out for now.”
Kenzie looked at Kinsey.
Pink cheeks, clear skin, bright eyes. She looked healthier than Kenzie did.
Late-stage cancer? Sure. Only a dumbass like Colton would buy that shit.
When Kenzie didn’t agree fast enough, Colton assumed she was about to make a scene. He was already gearing up to lecture her.
Instead, she cut him off.
“Fine. I’ll move. Put my stuff in the downstairs guest room.”
It’d be easier to leave that way anyway.
Her lack of drama threw him off.