The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 43

Josh’s Pov

I had no idea how, but my wife seemed different, maybe it was because my accident had given her a scare. She was all caring and making sure I was comfortable and well placed. In short, she was too nice, Jessica was never nice.

Maybe we needed the accident, it’s not like anyone died.

I still could feel pain around my pelvic but that was only when painkillers were worn out. Everything was working and in good condition, I was urinating and doing number two okay.

What was worrying me was sex, the doctor assured me that everything was okay but I was not taking his words. I needed practice or a test ride but the doctor warned us to wait for two weeks. It was irritating the sh*t out of me.

I missed my wife’s touch, her naked body riding against me and giving me all the amounts of pleasure that a man desired. I couldn’t wait, especially that Jessica suggested we continue our honeymoon in Hawaii.

She vowed never to ski again or see snow again. All she wanted was water. I couldn’t help but believe that she was somehow blaming herself for the accident. To be honest, I was blaming myself, I was too scared down that slope and concentrated on my safety most of the time instead of skiing.

The following day the police concluded their investigation and found no sign of foul play. I was just some random unlucky guy that may have stepped on something and lost control of my boards or skis.

And for the plane crash, the plane was too small to carry five people. In short, I was very unfortunate but lucky to be alive. That was one thing I was grateful for. I sat on the bed thinking about my next move, going on a second honeymoon was not on my options. Agreeing to the first honeymoon made me leave a lot of undone work.

Jessica was going to understand maybe after some months we were going to be free to have another honeymoon.

The door opened, Jessica walked in together with my father who looked like sh*t. I could smell the sh*t all the way to my bed.

The man had not changed clothes in two days. There was something wrong and I could tell from Jessica’s face. The two looked like they were arguing about something big.

I stared at them without saying a single word, it was evident they wanted me to ask what was wrong but I wanted them to say the sh*t upfront. Jessica signaled my father who in return cleared his throat. And asked if I was okay.

I only gave him a straight face. He knew I could take anything, therefore, he was wasting both our time.

“Son, we have been hit with a lawsuit,” he stated and went directly to the point.

I felt my heart flip for a moment, I knew he was going to deliver bad news but I did not expect it to be about my company.

I moved in a sitting position with the help of my wife. I was freaking out deep inside, but I did not want to show it. I waited for more information but they both kept quiet, further irritating the sh*t out of me.

“Can you open your mouth!” I yelled on top of my voice. “Who the f**k is suing us and why?”

“All the dialysis machines that we supplied in both private, public, and overseas hospitals malfunctioned,” he replied.

I kept my eyes glued on him, shock evident on my swollen face. “I will be honest with you son, things do not look good,” he stated. I turned and looked in my wife’s direction and found tears rolling down her face.

Jessica was one of the strongest women that I have ever come across. Seeing her crying only meant that things were rotten worse.

I cleared my throat and asked, “and who is suing, was there any causality?”

“No causality, the Department of Health is suing. They want all our gadgets and instruments to be put on halt until the investigations are over,” he replied.

My mouth became dry, while the walls of my throat began wrestling against each other. My company, my baby that I sacrificed a lot of years, began sinking. I had not even finalized everything. All I wanted was to take a break and give my wife the honeymoon that she deserved.

“The… lawyers? How…could…all the equipment malfunction on the same day?” I stammered.

“Son, calm down,” my father tried calming me down but I pushed him away. “Just answer the dumb question!” I yelled at him.

“We are still waiting for the date to present our case, our people are still investigating a possible sabotage,” he stated.

“A Sabotage?” I asked confused, a lot was running through my mind. I was trying to come up with names of people that would want to destroy me. One thing was right, it was a total setup.

Someone set my company up but who? I was so stup*d and naive thinking that no one was going to come after me. I had everything wrong, my initial thought was that Thalia had nothing or the will to ever come after me.

I forgot about other scavengers outside my circle who would want to see me on the floor.

“Call the doctor?” I requested.

“For what? Please babe you are not well,” Jessica replied.

“I would rather get transferred to my own bl**dy country! I need to smell the same air that my enemies are smelling!” I yelled on top of my voice.

The monitors began flashing red, forcing the nurses to come to my aid. I was so p*ssed, my blood was boiling, I was going to fire all my stup*d advisors for not doing their stup*d jobs. I needed a new set of advisors and a set of lawyers.

While the nurses were busy trying to calm me down, I was busy giving my father instructions to fire every idiot that did not do their job and to arrange my transfer back to my country.

I was not going to sleep in Canada, so I quickly instructed Jessica to begin packing all my things while I waited for the doctor to sign all my papers.

Immediately the doctor walked in and I gave him the instructions, to my surprise, he did not even protest. As soon as my vitals were stabilized he began signing and facilitating my transfer back to the states.

In two hours we were in the air, I couldn’t help but think that the doctor seemed relieved that I asked for a transfer. He was so quick to have me transferred. It was the first time that I saw him smile, maybe my wife had given him a hard time while I was unconscious.