The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel 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 point in life define me.

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?