The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 37

Thalia’s Pov

The doctor led me to a little white room with a white bed in the center and a lot of medical equipment lying on the tables. My heart began beating fast, Not because I was terrified, but because the day had finally arrived.

It was time to stop talking and start doing. I took a seat on the bed and slowly lay down. The door swung open, and the doctor entered, fully equipped. I was inseminated in a matter of seconds. I felt as if I were committing a federal crime with no remorse.

I wasn’t a coward, after all; I’d always had boldness inside me, but I was waiting for someone to kindle that fire that lay dormant in water, with little possibility of ever igniting.

Brandon was the person who ignited that soggy wood and lifted me out of that hellish trap in a matter of days.

I discovered that no amount of kindness or money could ever be sufficient. Survival of the fittest was the rule, and the powerful always tr*mpled on the weak in order to acquire what they wanted.

I was always the weak one, and my father was weak as a result of his generosity, and we both suffered the price. It was time to break the terrible chain and become the strong one.

Yes, I still considered my life tragic; perhaps one day it will turn into a wonderful story, but I didn’t care; a wrecked life for a ruined life was all that mattered to me.

That was my new life motto; my baby was going to come along and comprehend the decisions I was making; perhaps one day, he or she would be proud of me and appreciate the choices I just made.

In a nutshell, the doctor explained everything to me, including what to expect and what not to expect. And what was expected of me throughout the whole procedure?

He wished me luck and expressed his hope that I was doing the right thing, as my situation was the first he had ever seen. I smiled and thanked him for everything; he looked exhausted and in desperate need of rest; the man had put his ethics and job on the line for me and my pointless vengeance.

I had no idea why he was on Brandon’s payroll, but I assumed he had been cheated by life as well. It was the only thing that could make a guy go to any length and risk losing his dignity.

As I sat on the bed, processing what I had just done, he walked out of the room with his head down. I wanted some alone time; it had been almost a week since I had been alone in a room.

It was strange because I’d grown accustomed to Brandon lying on my lap or my chest or next to me which I knew he loved. My very first best friend. We called each other suicide mates.

Fate brought us together, and I could only dream we’d be together for more than a month. There was a reason, bigger than my request for revenge that we were brought together.

I knew it deep down, but I didn’t want to give myself false hope; instead, I needed to prepare myself for the possibility that he was simply an angel sent to me before he died.

I grumbled and got out of the bed, knowing that the Jerk on the other side of the door was undoubtedly waiting for me.

I didn’t want him to come in while I was still dressed in a hospital gown. I quickly changed into my pink beautiful dress and exited the room, heading for the waiting area.

Nestor and Brandon were sat on opposite ends of the bench, like some rivals. They both stood up and walked up to me as soon as they noticed me.

“Are you all right? Did everything go according to plan?” Brandon was the first to inquire.

“Yes, all we can do now is wait and hope,” I said.

They both remained silent, and when I turned to look at Nestor, he averted his gaze awkwardly.

It wasn’t like when I went into the doctor’s office and he looked at me with judge-like eyes. I averted my gaze and pretended not to notice him; he was acting as if he had known me for years and that I owed him an explanation for every decision I was making in my life.

“Are you able to walk around? Did the procedure make you feel uncomfortable?” Brandon initiated the conversation. On the other side, he was acting like a good spouse. I thought to myself, “Two odd opposite men.”

I said, “Of course, I can roam about aimlessly; I didn’t go in there to give birth,” I joked.

He looked doubtful at me, as if he expected me to leave the doctor’s office devastated and second-guessing myself, but that was not the case. I was a changed person, I was on fire and I was ready for the second phase of the revenge.

I took his hand in mine and extended my other hand out to Nestor. My two new best pals, both of whom were really attractive, and better than idiot Josh. If only I had met them earlier. “Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”I  proposed.