“Last day of the cooling-off period,” Kinsey continued casually. “I had someone stage that car accident. But damn, you’re such a pain in the ass to kill.”
“If you’d died back then,” she went on, “no matter how much Alisha adored you, she would’ve accepted it. She wouldn’t have had a choice.”
“You stole my spot as Colton’s wife. You stole my identity as the Lundbergs’s real daughter. So, Kenzie, tell me. How the fuck could I not hate you?”
Every vile thing had been done by Kinsey. And yet she stood there, wearing the face of a wronged innocent.
Kenzie felt the blood surge to her head. Her hands shook. Her teeth rattled.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. She raised her hand.
The slap hadn’t even fully landed before Kinsey, that psycho, threw herself backward.
She tumbled down the stairs, second floor to bottom, her body rolling hard.
Just before everything went dark, Kinsey looked up at Kenzie and flashed a provoking, triumphant smile.
The next second, Colton burst out like some knight in shining armor. He scooped Kinsey into his arms and spun toward Kenzie.
His eyes were filled with pure, murderous rage.
Kenzie’s heart dropped straight to her gut.
Was it because she hit Kinsey, or was this the moment Colton finally decided he wanted Kenzie dead?
Disappointment was plastered all over Colton’s face.
“Goodness, Kenzie! I really thought you’d finally learned how to act like a rational adult! Guess I overestimated you.
“Kinsey has cancer, and you’re still attacking her. Jesus Christ. She’s your sister. Do you seriously hate her that much?”
Kenzie’s face was drained of color. Then a thin, bitter smile pulled at her lips.
“Wow,” she said with a scoff. “Colton, you really are this stupid.”
“From when we were kids until right now, I’ve been the one getting hurt over and over!”
“That bitch doesn’t have cancer!” she snapped. “She’s fucking lying to your face! And you’re eating it up like always!”
“And that car accident back then. Do you even know what really—”
“That’s enough!” he cut her off sharply. “What now? Another made-up story to smear Kinsey?”
“I should’ve seen this coming,” he said coldly. “You really are a cruel person. I don’t care what it takes. You’re apologizing to Kinsey today.”
Kenzie met his gaze without flinching.
“No. I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said slowly. “You did. You can’t tell right from wrong.”
Tucked in his arms, Kinsey spoke up, her voice gentle and careful.