Since Beth had only Kenzie left as family, the funeral was kept simple.
Kneeling in front of her mother’s grave, Kenzie pressed her forehead to the cold stone and whispered hoarsely, “Mom… don’t worry. I’ll make them pay.”
She apologized again and again. That same day, she left her hometown and returned to the city, heading straight to the law firm.
The lawyer handed her two documents: the divorce certificate, and her former attorney’s license.
““Congratulations, Ms. Lundberg,” he said. “You’ve regained your freedom. All of Mr. Parkhouse’s assets have already been transferred to your name. You are now the largest shareholder of the McMillan Group. And more than that, I look forward to the return of the former top lawyer.”
Kenzie lowered her gaze to the documents in her hands.
“I will,” she said quietly. “From now on, I’ll protect myself with the law.”
That night, she went back home to retrieve her ID and passport.
When Colton saw her, he called out casually, like nothing had ever happened.
“Kenzie. Mom wants us to bring our son back tomorrow for dinner. Go to the hospital and bring him home.”
Then, impatiently, he added, “I don’t care what kind of fit you’ve been throwing. Tomorrow, you have to come.”
She looked up. It was the same face, but everything felt different now.
From this moment on, she felt no love for him at all. Only hatred remained.
“Alright,” she replied evenly. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring the baby.”
Colton paused, surprised she didn’t argue. Then he said nothing more and left, once again with Kinsey at his side.
Kenzie proceeded to get her ID and passport. Then she packed the divorce certificate, Colton’s copy, the child’s death certificate, and every piece of evidence she’d gathered over the years exposing Kinsey’s crimes. She sealed the envelope and handed it to the courier.
Tomorrow’s family dinner wouldn’t be a reunion. It would be a reckoning.
She would seek justice for herself, for the child she lost, and for her foster mother!
After packing the last of her belongings, Kenzie pulled her suitcase toward the door and deleted her fingerprint from the smart lock.
She was done with this hell completely.
Outside, Clarkson was already waiting by the car, holding the roses she loved most.
“Kenzie…” he said softly. “I’m here to take you home. Let’s go?”
“Alright.”
She got into the car and glanced back as the villa shrank in the distance.