The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 34

Thalia’s pov

I watched Jessica collapse in front of the elevator with tired eyes. I’d dozed off, but Brandon was kind enough to record the moment she lost it and raced all the way to the elevator.

It was fulfilling to watch as I recalled how she mocked and attended each of my divorce hearings just to despise me. I guess Karma was biting her hard.

She collapsed in Victor’s arms, their relationship was odd, as Brandon had pointed out earlier when victor stripped her of her clothes and attempted to bathe her.

He claimed the two had a history, which I could see from what I’d seen thus far. We needed evidence, or we could simply photograph the restroom scene and email it to Josh. Brandon’s men were already compiling their background information which we planned to shove down Josh’s throat.

Victor was a serious man who rarely showed his teeth, but I noted that he was quite tolerant with Jessica. She was free to do or say anything she wanted, including insulting him.

It was strange because, while Jessica lacked morality and respect, Victor seemed to tolerate the contempt. Why, exactly, was the big question.

Why would Jessica let Victor get so close to her that he could offer her a bath? Or why comfortably cry in his arms in front of the entire hospital? We expected a major scandal to emerge at the conclusion of the trial.

However, we set all other considerations aside and awaited the arrival of the private investigations.

I turned to Brandon, who appeared to be in a good mood and was rummaging through his closet seeking for something to wear. “Are you on your way somewhere?” I inquired.

“Yes, I will accompany you to the hospital,” he responded. “We’re a couple who can’t conceive, therefore I’m taking you to inseminate our first child,” he said before returning to his clothing hunt.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard; he casually used the term OUR, the word alone meant a lot but I ignored it because he was in a good mood. I’ve never seen him in such a good temper in the morning.

When I looked at his calendar, I discovered that he had stopped canceling off days; two canceled days were missing, indicating that he had stopped canceling days off yesterday. I grinned and got out of bed; it was past time he enjoyed his final days and forgot about the clock.

I approached him from behind and hugged him tightly, but he froze and remained silent. A reaction that I was expecting.

I smiled and he asked “Ain’t you supposed to be sha ving down there? In a few minutes, Nestor will be here,” he continued. Another response that I was anticipating. I raised my fist and slammed my hand against the back of his head. “Ouch,” he cried out.

I hugged him even tighter and told him that he earned it. “Are we heading to Canada, and if so, how did you manage to install cameras throughout a hospital?” I asked.

He said, ” No, the sperm is already in transit here and the hospital belongs to a friend, only the floor that Josh is on has cameras,” he replied and asked me to take my hands off his waist.

“Why?” I asked.

“You are compressing my chest,” he replied. I quickly moved away even though there was a possibility he was lying.

I walked to my side of my wardrobe and looked for what to wear. We were indeed a couple, shared a wardrobe, even a bed.

I had gotten used to sleeping with him on the same bed without care. At first, it bothered me but ever since he fell into that mini coma I shifted from the sofa to the bed and it had not been a bother.

He was actually a gentleman when asleep, he never attempted anything. He was only a per vert with his eyes.

He began, “You’ll look lovely in the pink dress,” and I turned to see him with a serious expression on his face. While looking at it, I said, “That’s too informal.”

“I’d like to see you in that,” he said. I turned again, and he averted his gaze. It was the second time the same uneasiness permeated the air whenever he locked his eyes with mine, it was as if he was attempting to hide something from me that he didn’t want me to see through his eye.

His eyes were like a mirror to all the questions that were bothering me. I averted my gaze, grabbed the garment and the items I required, and proceeded to the restroom ignoring his weird act.

I entered the bathroom and took a deep breath, telling myself not to think about the awkwardness and focusing on my bath and the medical operation that I was heading to. A procedure that was going to transform my life forever.

I was certain. I wanted the baby, in simple terms I was reclaiming everything Josh had deprived me of.

Yes, any other woman in my position would be patient, plan for years, then strike and take everything from Josh, but that was not the case for me.

I wanted to deprive him of a single minute of happiness; his wedding day was going to be the last time he was going to remember smiling.

When I thought about it, I believed my wedding day was also the last time I had a genuine smile. All of the subsequent smiles were a fabrication of what I thought was genuine. I stripped off my clothes and nearly screamed, not because I didn’t realize my lady parts were swan with a bush, but because Brandon’s word sunk in.

How did he know I needed to sha ve? My mind went straight to the cameras. What if he had concealed cameras in the room and I wasn’t alone? I started looking around but couldn’t find anything. I had no notion what a hidden camera looked like, even if I was looking.

I grabbed a scrubbing brush, wrapped my towel around my waist, and marched out of the bathroom.

I found him seated on the bed, on his tablet, doing whatever it was he was doing. “You have cameras in the bathroom, don’t you?” I asked as I moved up to where he was seated and pointed the scrub on him.

I could see his eyes all over my body, he was definitely undressing me without shame as he glanced up at me puzzled, and he grinned as if he was enjoying what he was seeing.