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The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 2

 

Chapter 2 

Thalia’s Pov 

I finally got myself together and exited the restroom. Because of the wet pink sweater I was wearing, which was virtually pouring, I could sense eyes hovering over me. ‘Why wasn’t it f**king black in color?’ I cursed myself.

When I turned the corner, Josh and his sk*nk were chatting to their lawyer. They came to a halt and peered at me as soon as they saw me.

“Oh, my G*d! Did she just pour water on herself?” Jessica the ska nk yelled, causing everyone around to look at me.

Josh kept his palm on his mouth as if he was about to laugh, but restrained himself. A voice in my head told me to get away, but as I tried to move, my feet went numb, compelling me to stare at the floor.

Josh said out loud, “Sweetheart, we don’t have time for this; remember, we have a wedding to plan.” My heart sk*pped out of nowhere, and I was on the verge of passing out. For the sake of balance, I moved near the wall.

I had no idea why he despised me so much, or why he relished the opportunity to see me cry. He betrayed me even though I was a perfect. wife who gave him everything: my heart, my soul, and my fortune.

Heavy hands pressed against my back, forcing me to turn behind me, and I found my lawyer, who said, “Thalia, you should go home.”/

As a tear streamed down my cheek, I ignored him and turned my attention towards Josh, who was smirking. To spite me, he strolled over to his s*ank and grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.

Derick roared at him, “Have a soul,” and dragged me away.

“What happened, Thalia, and why are you wet?” He inquired.

I stammered, “It… it….was an accident.”

He suggested, “Oooh Thalia, come with us; you are welcome to stay at our house till you get up on your feet.”

Before I could reply Melissa cradled me and exclaimed, “Ooooh my G*d, Thalia.” She handed me her coat and said, “Here, take that.” I took it and thanked her without hesitation. They were nothing but kind to me.

Chapter 2

And I’d had enough of them; it wasn’t right for me to continue receiving charity from them. I wasn’t even in contact with Melissa after graduating from high school, I hadn’t seen her in years. However, when the Angel ran into me at the courts, I was in tears, as I always was.

I didn’t have a lawyer or any money, but she assured me that her husband would take my case on a pro gratis basis.

“Are you with us, Thalia Thalia?” Melissa initiated the conversation.

“Thank you guys for everything you’ve done for me, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to go with you,” I remarked quietly.

“No, no, where are you going?” Melissa said, “You’re coming with us.”

“Please, you people have already done so much for me,” I said as tears. streamed down my face. “I have a penthouse up north, and I’m going to stay there for a while!” I lied.

Derick gave me a strange look, he was my lawyer and knew everything about the properties Josh and I owned, or should I say Josh owned. I had signed everything over to him, like the m*ron that I was.

“It is my friends, she wants someone to look after the penthouse while she is out of the country,” I lied once more, having transformed into a habitual liar in just days..

“That’s fantastic news,” Melissa said, turning to her husband and suggesting, “Derick, we can drop her off,” but I denied their offer.

With their sympathy, the two were starting to irritate me. I knew they meant well but their generosity was beginning to suffocate me.

I finally got them off my back after lying to their faces for what seemed like an eternity and boarded a taxi.

The taxi driver said, “Where to ma’am?”

“Just keep driving east,” I said as tears streamed down my face. He drove. for an hour before stopping and saying, “Ma’am, you need to give me at least an address, I’ve been going in circles.”

“12 Street Avenue, Pineville,” I said, my voice mournful. After a few minutes, he came to a halt on the street and inquired about the fare. I looked through my bag and couldn’t find a single cent.

I anxiously scanned my bag over and over again but there was nothing

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