For years, every time Kinsey was involved, Kenzie had been “the problem,” “too sensitive,” “too much.”
Now, she didn’t fight back, and somehow, something felt… off.
Kenzie walked right past them, packed her things neatly, and moved everything downstairs.
Colton couldn’t explain it, but watching her leave made his chest feel strangely tight.
It felt like what separated them now wasn’t distance but something already broken beyond repair.
Still, he brushed it off.
Kenzie loved him too much. She was just forcing herself to swallow her jealousy again.
Besides, Kinsey “didn’t have long to live.” Once everything was over, he could sit down and talk things out with Kenzie properly.
That reasoning eased the discomfort he was feeling.
That night, Kenzie went to the kitchen for some water, but Kinsey stepped directly into her path.
Not in the mood for games, Kenzie turned to leave, only to have Kinsey block her again.
Finally, her patience ran out.
She lifted her eyes, cold and sharp.
“Aren’t you scared,” she said, “that I’ll tell Colton your cancer is fake as fuck?”
Kinsey smiled with open contempt. She leaned in close to her sister’s ear.
“Go ahead,” she whispered. “Let’s see whether he believes you… or me.”
Kenzie’s fingers clenched tightly at her side.
Kinsey was right.
Even if Kenzie said something, Colton would still believe Kinsey like every damn time.
After all, you can’t wake someone who’s pretending to sleep.
“Move,” Kenzie said flatly. “A decent dog knows better than to block the road.”
She didn’t want to waste another word on her.
But Kinsey wouldn’t back off. She stepped in and grabbed Kenzie’s wrist, her smile stretching wider, uglier.
“Wow,” Kinsey sneered. “Still playing tough bitch at a time like this? I’ll give you credit. You’re lucky. Most people don’t cheat death this many times.”
Suddenly, Kenzie looked her dead in the eye. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Kinsey laughed softly. “Oh? Curious now? Sure. I’ll spell it out for you. Every ugly detail.”
“The first time you found Colton’s diary?” Kinsey said lazily. “I let you. It was on purpose. I was waiting for you to demand a divorce, and you didn’t disappoint me.”
“But then that fossil of a mother of his told him if he divorced you, he’d walk away with nothing.” Kinsey clicked her tongue. “So I improvised.”
“I figured, ‘why divorce him when I could just make him a widower?’”