“I like you, Kenzie. Just trust me one more time.”
“Let’s have a child, Kenzie. We’ll be a happy family of three.”
They flashed through her head, slipping away before she could hold onto any of them.
At that moment, she regretted ever loving Colton.
She regretted giving him chance after chance to hurt her.
‘Colton,’ she thought bitterly, ‘if I survive this, then between us, this won’t end until one of us is destroyed!’
When Kenzie regained her consciousness, it was already noon the next day.
In the end, it was a security guard on patrol who spotted her half-dead in the underground garage and rushed her to the hospital.
The second she was conscious, she grabbed her phone and called her lawyer.
“Colton already signed the divorce papers,” she said flatly. “But I’m not sitting through some bullshit one-month cooling-off period. I want this divorce done within a week.”
Kenzie was a lawyer. She knew damn well it could be done.
On the other end of the line, Attorney Larsson went quiet for a moment.
“Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll make it happen.”
Hearing that, she hung up. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed again.
It was a message from Clarkson.