The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 101

Josh’s Pov

My legs were as shaky as jelly as I stepped out of the room. Her hatred for me was the source of all my horror. When she confessed to the procedure she performed on me, I wanted to split her face open.

How could a fellow human do such to another human? Yes, I was not innocent however she and that l*natic crossed the line. But then my heart froze when she claimed to have inseminated herself with my sperm. It was like I was reading a book of horror. When I was married to her I made it my mission never to have a child with her.

She said she did it because of a loophole in my shares but I thought it was a punishment for all the years I made those doctors lie to her. It was that confession that dissipated my wrath as soon as she admitted it.

I had intended to strangle her if she was the one who caused the accident, but the prospect that I was a parent, a possibility that had been taken away from me, softened my heart. I was in shock, the woman crossed hell in order to make sure I was burning in hell. I’d accepted the fact that I’d never had a child but fate played a hand.

I walked out of the room, ignoring the pistol that fell underneath the pillow. Whether she intended to kill me or not was the least on my mind.

Her l*natic boyfriend and the other man stood by the doorway and were probably eavesdropping.

I locked my gaze on the psychopath, who had orchestrated everything that had happened to me. Thalia was incapable of concocting such deadly plans. As he rushed inside Thalia’s room, he intentionally brushed past me, barely caressing my shoulder. I was left with the other man who kept his stance. I had no idea what his role was but he was the only one that did not look at me with so much hate.

I turned around, unsure of where the ICU was located and had no choice but to inquire. I inquired, “Where is the baby, and in which direction is the ICU?” He volunteered to take me, much to my surprise and we walked into the elevator, where I crouched and took a deep breath in. I had a baby girl and I was a father. That was the realism I was attempting to instill in myself. The reality that had temporarily soothed my anxiety and kept me from murdering.

I used to wonder if I had impregnated someone before the accident, in fact, I once wished it. Someone, knocking on the door with a child, claiming it was mine. That dream was far-fetched then, however it looked like it was becoming a reality.

“Are you alright?” The man asked.

I lifted my head up and looked up at him, “Do not try to act human to me, as far as I know, you are not different from the two animals that did this to me,” I spat out.

He chuckled and looked away, there was silence and I slowly lifted myself off the floor as the elevator came to a halt. It opened and he led the way but stopped to face me. “By the way, I’m just the pilot and I think you are all animals,” he said and led the way. I snuffled, following behind as he led us into the room.

My heart began to race, possibly due to a shortage of testosterone, and I became very emotional. He handed me a gown and I entered the room alone, although I noticed I remained grilled at the door, most likely guarding my visit.