Van
Nearly fifteen years ago
As the plane took flight, I laid my head against the seat, telling myself that Texas would forever be in my rearview mirror. Dusk filled the sky with clouds in shades of red and pink. While others may have seen the beauty, I saw it for what it was. The red was from within.
Red. Scarlet. Crimson. Fiery.
Associated with heat.
The color of blood.
The color of rage.
“Phillip didn't win." It was what I'd been telling myself since I walked away from Madison's dressing room. He couldn't.
How could he win against me?
In what world?
I'd won. I'd been the one to find Madison. She'd been mine first. I'd named my company after her. I'd found a slice of paradise for us to live in, to keep her…
With me, she'd have the world at her fingertips.
With him, she w
