The Collision
I told her softly, methodically, completely meaning every word.
“I believe I also gave you a warning the last time we met, Dylan.” She continued unfazed, “I told you there’d be hell to pay if I found you happy with another woman who wasn’t me. Let me just reiterate that warning again, Thomas –but in fewer words this time— Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
“You’ve been warned Madeline, don’t make me do something stupid that we’d both regret.” I left my statement as parting words to her as I walked out of the restaurant, but she was equally determined to have the last word. “So have you, Thomas!”