The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 28

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 28 Jessica’s Pov

My skiing board lay partially drenched in Josh’s blood on the frozen surface as I stood on the cold bl**dy snow, lost and confused.

Josh, my husband of only days, was whisked away in a stup*d helicopter and I was helpless and powerless to just watch them take him away. They could not even allow me to accompany him.

They wouldn’t let his bl****dy wife into the stup*d chopper. He was hurt and needed a wife by his side, he needed a familiar voice to let him know that everything was going to be okay. But they wouldn’t let his wife travel with him.

Useless bunch of meatheads and I planned to sue them all once Josh recovered.

People were still standing around, horrified and in disbelief at what had just happened, just as I was. Everything happened so fast and in split seconds. A minute before, I was giggling behind me at how meticulous he was with his skiing.

I was laughing, but when I turned around to look behind me, I heard a commotion and saw him flying through the air with his skiboard dislodged.

I tried relaxing by closing my eyes and breathing deeply. I couldn’t panic; Josh needed me to be strong, I needed to make calls and track the chopper, but I had no idea which hospital they had taken him to.

The paramedics were so intent on chasing me out that they didn’t bother informing me where they were taking him, and I didn’t ask. I forgot to ask because I was in total confusion and everything was happening so fast.

I dashed over to the guards and inquired about the helicopter’s whereabouts, but they had no idea. They were attempting to contact the pilot but were unsure who he was. The chopper was private property and belonged to a wealthy skier who was only passing through at the time of the accident and offered to take Josh.

Josh was lucky, they said, he would have died by the time the resort helicopter arrived at the scene. At least there was some good part about what transpired, and I could only be thankful that the stranger was kind enough.

But they were irritating me by the fact that they had no idea which hospital Josh was taken to.

I screamed at them to stop talking because what they were saying was illogical. I had no way of knowing which hospital he had been admitted to. My head was pounding as tears streamed down my cheeks like rain on a stormy day.

My head felt like it was being whacked with a metal rod. They tried every hospital in the area, but none of them had a skiing accident victim. I felt like grabbing and punching someone because my head hurt.

There was no way a helicopter carrying a patient and passengers could just vanish into thin air, leaving no trace. The worst day of my life just became a nightmare. I kept inquiring, but no one was able to contact the helicopter.

My hair was a mess, my eyes were swollen, and I was shaking. The only thing that made sense was a crash. The only explanation for why no hospital within a reasonable distance had any information about them was that the helicopter had crashed.

I knelt, perplexed, and blame began to devour me. It was all my fault because I insisted on spending our honeymoon in Canada, which turned out to be the worst nightmare. Despite the fact that I was well aware that he disliked the cold, I insisted since I was always selfish and wanted my way.

Everything would not be occurring or would have been avoided if I had been a little more compromising as he had always been.

The resort’s administrator approached me and took me to one of the resort facilities. It was a small well kept brown room. The color only made me shrug, it was so unpleasant to look at. He offered me a seat, but I was not in the mood.