When she woke up, her phone was filled with messages from Kinsey, each one deliberately provocative.
Photos of the ninety-nine condoms she and Colton had used that week. Photos of meals he had personally cooked for her. And even a photo of the once untouchable young heir kneeling on the floor, giving another woman a foot spa.
Seeing all that triggered a breakdown in Kenzie.
While she had been fighting for her life on the operating table, while she was losing her baby, her husband had been with someone else.
The ache in her chest grew heavier and tighter. That was why this time, she wouldn’t give in.
The lawyer’s voice pulled her back to the present as he placed the divorce agreement into her hands. “I wish you the best, Mrs. Parkhouse.”
Kenzie lowered her gaze.
In the newly drafted agreement, Colton would be leaving with nothing!
…
Kenzie took a cab straight to Colton’s company.
The second she got out, a massive poster by the entrance caught her eye. Kinsey’s face was plastered across it.
Recently, the company had signed on several fashion brands and needed a spokesperson.
Since it was a maternity line, Kenzie had volunteered for two reasons.
First, to help Colton.
Two, to prove to him that she still was useful.
But at the time, he shut her down outright, his words full of disgust.
“Kenzie, look at yourself now. You’re fat and ugly! Just forget it.”
“I’m not letting people see that poster and say the CEO of Parkhouse Group married an ugly woman.”
Ugly. That one word sent her straight to hell, tearing her down piece by piece and planting the rot of self-hate deep in her chest.
After that, she stared at herself in the mirror every single day, questioning herself over and over.
She had taken care of herself during pregnancy. She was just a little heavier.
So why the hell did Colton call her ugly?
Now she finally got it. It was never about her looks.
That role had always been reserved for Kinsey.
From beginning to end, the only person in Colton’s heart had ever been Kinsey.
Kenzie forced her shaking body to hold together and sucked in a breath.
Whatever. Who he loved, who he protected? None of that shit mattered anymore.
She was divorcing that jerk anyway.
Upstairs, she had just reached the CEO’s office and hadn’t even touched the door when a familiar voice drifted out.