But Kinsey wouldn’t back off. She stepped in and grabbed Kenzie’s wrist, her smile stretching wider, uglier.
“Wow,” Kinsey sneered. “Still playing tough bitch at a time like this? I’ll give you credit. You’re lucky. Most people don’t cheat death this many times.”
Suddenly, Kenzie looked her dead in the eye. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Kinsey laughed softly. “Oh? Curious now? Sure. I’ll spell it out for you. Every ugly detail.”
“The first time you found Colton’s diary?” Kinsey said lazily. “I let you. It was on purpose. I was waiting for you to demand a divorce, and you didn’t disappoint me.”
“But then that fossil of a mother of his told him if he divorced you, he’d walk away with nothing.” Kinsey clicked her tongue. “So I improvised.”
“I figured, ‘why divorce him when I could just make him a widower?’”
“Last day of the cooling-off period,” Kinsey continued casually. “I had someone stage that car accident. But damn, you’re such a pain in the ass to kill.”
“If you’d died back then,” she went on, “no matter how much Alisha adored you, she would’ve accepted it. She wouldn’t have had a choice.”