Wendy looked at me hesitantly, then walked over to the watch. She lowered her gaze. The worn back revealed the deep engraving: "WLFK."

Her expression faltered, but Hayden noticed it and pulled her into his arms. "Wendy, my hand hurts. Look."

Sure enough, Wendy's attention shifted to him. She took out some antiseptic and carefully dabbed it on his hand.

"You're so careless. What if you get a scar on your pretty hands?" she scolded.

Wendy's face darkened as she turned back to me.

"You're just a spoiled rich kid, Finn. You're only doing this to get my sympathy," she spat. "You could never understand Hayden.

"When he was in college, your mom rejected his graduate application. She looked down on him for being an orphan! She deserves everything that's happening to her now."

That was when I finally understood everything. She was doing all this to avenge Hayden.

But that had nothing to do with my mom.

Hayden was skipping classes, fighting, and causing trouble at school. His record was a mess.

My mom rejected him for a valid reason. Yet he even went so far as to report her for keeping a male college student as a lover.

If my company hadn't already started turning around and if I hadn't had the money to hire lawyers for the case, my mom's reputation would've been completely destroyed because of him.

I lost the will to argue when I noticed how Wendy only listened to Hayden.

He walked up to me and forced me to listen to him. "Don't you get why Wendy hasn't divorced you all these years? It's because she was helping me get revenge. Do you have any idea how satisfying it is to hear her scream my name in bed?

"Also, I caused your father's death. I told him you'd been kidnapped. If he hadn't panicked, he wouldn't have run a red light."

Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident.

My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him.

I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!"

I used all my strength to pull myself up.

I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me.

"Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"