The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Chapter 109

Jessica’s Pov

My baby bump had begun showing, I was putting on a lot of weight, weight that I had worked hard to

maintain my entire life. Any woman in my shoes would have aborted and hit the road but I had nowhere

to go or how to start a new life.

I never went to college and neither did I graduate high school, I never got the opportunity. Selling my

body was what put food on my table and over my dead body was I going back to that.

The baby was my future, I had thought about it very much. No matter how ugly it was, it was going to

put food on my table.

I accepted the fact that Josh and I were never going to get back. To hell with him, after all the idiot was

the reason I was in my current situation. I was yet to sign the divorce papers, I was somehow punishing

him and I planned to contest the house.

I did my research on the internet. I was carrying a family member and the ugly thing inside of me

deserved part of the house. Those were my terms I set up for the divorce hearing next week. For the

first time, I was going to show up and demand my own terms whether the judge granted the house or

not.

As for Victor, he was going to get the child support summons whether he liked it or not. He was not

going to hide for long, soon he was going to step up and face the consequences of his s*upid plan. And

the bill was not going to be small, the child support was going to be covering and maintaining my luxury

life. I knew without that life I was not going to see a new man to feed me.

Victor was just a stepping stone, if there was one thing I learned from my late s*upid mother was that if

life handed you lemons, you turn them into lemonade. I was a survivor and was not going to late a low

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Being locked up in the house turned me into a social media addict. To be honest I was only there to

check on my scandal. Getting pregnant for my father-in-law was out of an Alabama horror show. My

face was still trending while Victor’s face disappeared off the sites.

A woman always got the worse, I was the wh ore and it was fellow women tagging me that tag, not

men. Through memorial time we were always our own enemies and I was not surprised. My fellow

women opened me up and kept my image trending, not that I cared. Sometimes I read the comments

and stalked the profiles of those that made the hideous comments.

It was through reading those comments that I came across a man’s comment asking to buy the clothes

I wore while f*cking Victor. I had scoffed but then opened my eyes to an opportunity in front of me. I

had inboxed him and inquired if he was serious. To my shock, he wanted everything up to my

underwear for two thousand dollars.

Using my instincts I deduced he was a sick p*rvert so I raised it to three thousand. I knew I was biting

on my luck but I needed the money. I had no idea when Josh was going to throw me out of the house. I

was even surprised that he had stopped trying to get me out even though the sale sign was outside.

Plus my contest against the house was going to take months.

I was running out of food, I had no car, all our luxury vehicles were sold or auctioned out to pay our

debt. I needed the money, it took a day for the p*rvert to reply and he accepted. I was literally jumping,

the world was full of such weirdos and I decided to capitalize on it. So I set up a website and named it

the in-law affair.

In days I had thousands of followers, weirdos, willing to buy anything I wanted. I was turning my lemons

into lemonade, my misfortune into fortune, I was going to survive. Some clothes I hung on them for big

sales but the good part was that some buyers only wanted to hear about my intimate sessions with

Victor.

Some even suggested I write a book, filthy always sold so I began setting up funds for such and

searching for a ghostwriter. People wanted to hear my side of the story and I was not going to

disappoint. Even if everything flopped and my book did not work out, Victor was my plan B.

A week passed and the day for the divorce hearing came, I was prepared and decided to show up.

Money from the sales allowed me to hire a lawyer and I bought myself a low-standard car. I had not

seen Josh for weeks, it was going to be difficult to face him but I was determined.

My lawyer was a bit late as we walked into the courtroom but we found it empty. Josh and his lawyers

were nowhere in sight. At first, I thought I got the wrong room forcing me to counter-check but it turned

out that Josh and his useless lawyer decided not to show up. It was after an hour that his lawyer

showed up but Josh was nowhere to be seen.

It was surprising considering how much he wanted to get rid of me. The judge was so p*ssed with us,

he found us to be childish and he walked out of the room requesting we sort out our s*it before wasting

his time. I could not blame him, the last sessions, I was the one who never showed up.

A small smile crept on my face but I was worried, I couldn’t help but I felt Josh was in trouble or

something. So I pestered his lawyer for his number but as soon as he heard my voice he turned the

phone off. I was forced to write him a message, reminding him of the court day but even though he did

not reply I could feel something was wrong.

So I began searching for his new apartment which turned out to be a dead end. Maybe he had moved

out of town I thought to myself but a gut feeling said something was wrong. Then I remembered his

mother, if he was out of town, he was going to take her with him. He loved that old woman even though

she had no memory of him.

So the following day I drove to her care home to find out and if I was lucky I was going to bump into

him. Plus if I was going to find out where he lived in case he has not moved, the care home was the

best place because it was obvious he was registered as her Guardian.

I walked into the place and my skin crawled, I felt like vomiting, the place smelled of old people, old

stinking people. If I was not curious about Josh I would have run out but I had no option but to take it

and walk in.

I asked for Sharon and I was informed she was in the garden but. After searching I finally landed my

eyes on the old woman, sitting on the bench. The sad part of it all was that I had to play nice, with a

box of cookies, I walked up to her and took a seat. She looked up at me, “hello Sharon how are you

doing?”

“Do I know you?” She asked. She was always mean, she deserved being locked up in the sticking

place, I thought to myself.

“Am your son’s wi… I mean friend,” I replied.

“I do not have a son, you probably have me mixed up with someone else,” she replied in a sad tone.

“He promised to come and get me from this hell house but he never came for me, I think he is dead

and they are hiding it from me,” she added.

She was worse than I thought, the alcohol and drugs had fried her real bad. She was useless, how was

I going to get any answers from her? She looked away and went on with reading her magazine. I was

hit with a roadblock but I was not going to give up.

“My apologies, I thought the man that is always visiting was your son,” I replied and began describing

his features.

She turned to face me with a smile, “ooh you mean Josh? No no, he is not my son, he is very famous

and my friend. He has a lot of scandals and is always in the papers” she replied and moved closer to

me, urging me to tilt my head to her so she could whisper something to me.

I tilted and she whispered, “Did you know that the b*tch of his wife slept with his father and they are

now expecting a child together?”

I nodded and swallowed hard, as she went on insulting me, it looked like the only memory that her fried

head could keep was my scandal.

“I already know that Sharon,” I almost yelled just to shut her up. She moved away irritated, “Then I will

not tell you what his first wife did to him, poor man” she replied.

I was getting irritated, I wanted to smack her gossiping face, she could not remember her son’s face

but yet she remembered all his s*it.

“You do not know everything because he only told me, it’s not in the newspapers, he only told me,” she

said and folded her arms.

I became curious, our dirty laundry was aired, what was she talking about?

“My apologies, yes you are right I do not know everything please tell me what I do not know,” I stated.

Maybe she knew where he was and that was the secret she was talking about. She turned in

excitement and ordered me to tilt my head again.

“Josh has a daughter,” she spat out and quickly placed her hand in her pocket, removing a picture of a

beautiful baby.

“They stole his sperm, the first wife stole his sperm in Canada,” she added. For unknown reasons, her

heart s*ipped a bit as I looked at a picture of a baby in front of me. I could see Thalia all over the baby’s

face, no DNA was needed.

My hands began shaking, yes Thalia was pregnant and it looked like she had given birth but the

woman in front of me was talking about stolen sperm, Canada plus Josh in the same sentence.

“I told you the news was not in the magazines,” the woman grinned.

“Who stole sperm?” I asked.

*shshsh, Josh only told me, do not to let the others hear, his first wife caused his accident in Canada

and stole his sperm before they did that operation on him and she inserted the sperm in herself,” the

old woman replied.

The world froze in front of me, the woman in front of me was crazy and probably making up everything

that was coming out of my mouth. She was lying, there was no way Thalia would Impregnate herself

with Josh’s sperm, she hated Josh, she wanted Josh to be destroyed.

I looked at the baby again and that’s when I saw the ears and the mouth area. A combination of Josh

and Thalia or were my eyes playing games with me and wanted me to believe the madwoman in front

of me so badly.

“Where… where is Josh?”

“At the hospital, they did not tell him the beautiful angel was getting discharged so he ran there instead

of going to court to divorce that b*tch,” the woman said.

I quickly got up, my heart beating with the photo in my hand. Her story explained why he would miss

court even though it never made sense. I ran out of the house ignoring her pleas for the photo.

I got in the car and sped off to the hospital. It wasn’t far from where I was. My head was telling me it

was all lies but a small part of me was telling me to ask Josh. Only he was in the position to explain.

In minutes I was at the hospital, I ran in like a madwoman even though the hospital was massive and I

had no idea where to find Thalia but then the elevator opened and I caught a glimpse of Thalia forcing

me to hide behind a flower pot. She was with a man and holding a baby in her arms.

They were laughing and happy, I could only guess the man was Brandon Fraser. He looked ordinary in

casual clothes, the man that was our downfall, the man that ripped my happiness away from me and

forced me into the mess I was.

The urge to jump and cut his face with my nails filled me but four built-up security men popped out of

nowhere forcing me to back off. They led the couple into a car and sped off.

A tear dropped, Thalia ended up everything, she was rich and powerful, while I was a wh ore selling the

clothes I f*cked my father-in-law in on the internet.

I began wiping my tears and that’s when Josh popped up, his eyes searching like he was looking for

them. He had a pink baby head sock in his hands. I quickly sprung from where I was hiding, almost

scaring the s*it out of him.

“Jessica, what are you doing here?”

I swallowed hard, “today was our divorce hearing I showed up but you did not…,” I replied not knowing

where to start from.

He gritted his teeth and held his head, he looked like he had not slept for days.

“I was busy,” he replied.

I chuckled, “What is more important than getting rid of me?”

“Jessica I have no time for you,” he said and tried to move.

“Thalia and her boyfriend already left if they are the ones you are looking for,” I replied while looking in

his hands.

He sighed like he was defeated

“Is that a baby head sock?” I asked.

He almost rolled his eyes and began walking away, my face made him want to vomit, he couldn’t even

hide it.

“Is the baby yours?… Are you the father of Thalia’s baby?” I finally asked the question bugging me.

“Did she cause the accident and steal your sperm?”

He looked at me surprised, “Who told you that?”

“Does it matter? Please Josh tell me if that b*tch caused that skiing accident. I always blame myself for

forcing you to go to Canada… so please tell me that it was not my fault,” I cried out.

“Jessica, go home,” he replied.

“Every s*it started from Canada, it’s there where I agreed to lie to you about the operation. I always

thought maybe if I did not lie and we told you the truth I would not be the w*ore I am today,” I tried to up

my game and it worked.

He closed his eyes, “Yes Thalia caused that accident, stole my sperm, and inseminated herself,” he

replied.

My brain stopped and a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, I could not stand on my feet. Josh ran to

me and held me, everything started from Canada, it was Thalia, she ruined my life. My lemonade

turned back into lemons.