The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 26

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 26 Josh’s Pov

I could not sleep and awoke in the middle of the night. I was having trouble sleeping for unknown reasons, and I had a strong suspicion that something wasn’t quite right or that something horrible was about to occur.

I looked over and saw Jessica fast asleep, looking very peaceful. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I slowly got up, being careful not to wake her up.

I went to the restroom, washed my face, and looked in the mirror. It was probably tension, I told myself, and everything was to be alright.

Planning a wedding and taking over a large corporation In the same month could be very exhausting. Anyone in my shoes could have collapsed by now. To relax my body, I decided to take a shower.

When I emerged from the shower I found Jessica deeply asleep, so I moved to the other side of the bed, avoiding disturbing or waking her up. I grabbed a seat on the bed and sat down with my laptop.

It was better that I got some work done if I wasn’t going to get any sleep. I knew I had promised Jessica that I would not work, but I was bored out of my mind and terrified of the unknown.

Before I began surfing my social media platforms, I conducted some last-minute touch-ups on the company.

I hadn’t checked any of my social accounts in a long time, but I remembered Jessica mentioning she had tagged me in all of the wedding images. I first logged on and a slew of notifications flashed up.

I was taken aback by the fact that the accounts were still functioning. I went right to all of the photos Jessica had tagged me in, and a beautiful smile appeared on my face. I was a married man, yes Jessica was too much and irritating sometimes but she was my kind of madness.

We looked wonderful, in fact, we radiated loyalty. We were featured on almost every front page and site to do with beauty and marriage.

Jessica had made a stunning wife in her pricey gown, which I didn’t want to know the cost of. I only knew it was worth tens of thousands of dollars.

I responded to each post with a heart emoji and a comment because I was certain she was going to kill me if I continued to make excuses. To be honest, I was never a big fan of social media and thought it was a waste of time. Every minute spent on social media was a dollar that could have been spent on something more beneficial.

That’s how I was raised: don’t waste a minute on something that won’t put food on the table or guarantee your future.

After I had commented, I went over all of my company’s platforms. I had a staff in charge of all company pages, but I needed to double-check that they were being pushed in accordance with my company’s policies.

After I finished, I scrolled around, but certain alerts caught my eye; they were from Thalia, a year ago, and they took me back to the time we were married.

Even though I never responded, the worthless woman used to tag me in every pointless thing she could think of.

She could tag and mention me. One thing that drew my attention was the fact that she had tagged me in a post on a promo vacation to Hawaii. Instead of Canada, it was a place that I preferred compared to Canada.

To be honest, she knew what I liked. It was our honeymoon spot when we got married and though I married her for the purpose of revenge, I had enjoyed the honeymoon. But I didn’t want to think about her. Instead, I wanted to know where she was. After the court session, nobody had seen her.

Her obnoxious lawyer even came up to my office the other day and demanded to know what I’d done to her. I was so enraged that I had to call security to have him removed from the premises.

If Thalia was missing, he was supposed to be at the police station, not at my place of business. I didn’t tell my wife about the incident since I didn’t want her to be alarmed. It was clearly none of our business what had happened to Thalia.

But yet there I was searching through her account. I went to her profile and clicked on her photo, there was nothing there; she hadn’t updated in months.

When I felt movement on the bed, I hurriedly turned off the laptop. I didn’t want Jessica to find me looking into Thalia’s account.

I slipped under the blankets and wrapped myself around her, calling it a night. It was going to be a busy day the next day. Jessica had planned a variety of activities for us, none of which were my cup of tea, but I was prepared to give it a shot.

When I awoke, I had overslept, but she was already awake. She stood in front of the window, a cup of coffee in her hand.

When I looked at the clock and saw that it was already past nine o’clock, I hurriedly got up, knowing that some of Jessica’s activities were set for 8 a.m. I was already cursing myself, I had slept very late and that was the result.

“Good morning, sweetie, why didn’t you wake me up?” I inquired as she continued to sip her coffee, oblivious to my presence.

“Jessica? Jessica?” I called her, but she remained silent. I could tell she was irritated about something. The silence was always her way to get at me whenever I did something wrong. I leaped to my feet and joined her at the window, kissing her on the head.

“Didn’t we discuss this? Communication? What’s the matter? Why didn’t you wake me up?” I inquired.

She shifted her weight away from me and sipped her coffee. Her silent treatment was starting to irritate me.

“Isn’t the scenery lovely?” she asked at last. When I looked up, all I saw was snow. The scenery was lovely, but the layers of snow only added to the ugliness. I kept my ideas to myself and remained quiet.

“Isn’t it time we went to the fine dining restaurant across the street for breakfast?” I came up with the question.