Before she could recover from the blow, she caught sight of her two brothers approaching out of the corner of her eye.
They had never liked her. She reacted on instinct, hid in the conference room next door, and overheard what they really thought of her.
“I heard Kenzie almost bled to death during childbirth,” Kendrick, the oldest, said. “Should we find some time to go see her?”
The younger brother, Kobe, didn’t bother hiding his disgust.
“Nope. Not going. Kinsey’s the only sister I have. If it weren’t for Kenzie, Kinsey would’ve married Colton a long time ago. She bled that much and still lived? Guess she’s lucky.”
“When she finally dies,” he added coldly, “I’ll give her a grand funeral. Until then, I don’t want to see her. Just looking at her kills my mood.”
After that, Kenzie couldn’t make out anything else.
Her head felt like it was splitting open. Her chest burned, like it was being eaten alive from the inside. The pain was beyond words.
She cried until there were no tears left.
She used to think her brothers just weren’t used to her being around.
She never imagined they were actually waiting for her to die!
What she couldn’t understand was that she was their real sister. She was bound to them by blood.
But her husband didn’t love her.
And her family didn’t want her.
Now, she couldn’t even tell whether the tears on her face were grief or bitter mockery.
If none of them loved her, then she’d go find the people who truly did.
Colton didn’t know this, but when she was younger, Kenzie had a childhood sweetheart. He was now worth over a hundred billion and the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list!
Just a week earlier, he had reached out to her.
“Kenzie, I’ve been waiting all these years. If you turn back, I’ll be right here,” he promised.
She had hesitated then.
This time, she didn’t.
She picked up her phone and called him directly.
“Hey, Clarkson. Once I get the divorce certificate, I’m coming to London to find you.”
Kenzie’s voice wavered. She tried to cover it, but Clarkson heard it anyway.
“Kenzie,” he said gently, “did someone hurt you?”
Aside from her foster mother, no one had ever asked her that before.
The moment he did, something in her chest finally loosened.
She wiped her eyes and forced a small smile. “I’m fine,” she said. “I just figured some things out. About people. About life.”