“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.