The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 54

Brandon’s Pov

The news of her pregnancy seemed to have buried the hatchet; she had forgotten about my jealousy outburst and was preoccupied with the pregnancy. She even forgot the part where she wanted to run away.

She was ecstatic, despite her best efforts to suppress it. She also allowed me to accompany her to buy new clothes, though she refused to take my money because I burned her previous clothes.

She applied for a job at my company, online of course. Because Josh’s case was still going on, she still needed to be in hiding and not showing her face everywhere.

We went out shopping in blond wigs using the money she earned. Except for my persistent coughing, which forced us to rest and take seats, it was a lot of fun.

Useless Nestor even had the audacity to tag along; perhaps he needed to be elevated to bodyguard or something, but I wasn’t willing to take that chance.

We’d all seen the movies where the hotwife, yes I was referring to Thalia as my hot wife. Anyway, stories were the hot wife got sick of her dying husband and sought out the hot bodyguards for a steamy top headline marital affair.

I had no intention of helping them construct their love nest in my house or my beach. Yes, we discussed my jealousy, and she answered all of my questions. I trusted her, but she was only human, and humans were prone to errors. So it was better she made those errors when I was six feet beneath the surface.

We ate lunch at one of my favorite places after the terrible shopping experience. I termed it a heartbreaking experience because the woman had a bad fashion test. Even Nestor agreed that the woman had a bad taste in fashion, so I labeled it heartbreaking.

She was a total Grandma hiding in a young person. She was choosing everything and leaving everything that showed off her hot body. Yes, she needed maternity clothing but it was too early for that, she needed to embrace her body before it bubbled up.

The sad part was that I was not allowed to say anything about what she was choosing, I was the culprit that burned the previous outfits and neither was I permitted to choose anything for her. Thalia was going to hold that little mistake over my head for the rest of my life.

Anyway, I let her choose because it was only fair and I noticed a little change in her taste, it was better than the old sweaters I found her with. She definitely learnt something from me, even if it wasn’t about my cleavage sort of clothing.

We had our lunch quietly in the back, and to my annoyance, Nestor Invited himself for the food as well. I had a lot of questions for him, and he probably thought we were his friends at the back of his head.

Thalia, perhaps, but not me. He had caught me staring at him furiously more than twice, he was spoiling my special days with my Thalia, he should have known that I wanted to spend time alone with her and he was doing it on purpose.

I decided to talk to him when we went back to the beach house while Thalia entered the house. But before I could say anything, he cornered me.

“The building I took you to a week ago? It belongs to Dr. Wilson? Doesn’t it?” he inquired.

I said, “It’s none of your concern.”

“You should inform Thalia,” he began with a smile, “she’d be glad to know you’ve started seeking treatment.”

I stared at him, unsure if he was amused or pleased with me, so I played it down. “You’re upset, I get to live and keep Thalia.”

He chuckled and patted my back, saying, “To me, you are like the older brother I never had; every day I pray for you; Thalia deserves you; and if you die, please know that I will treat her like a sister.”

As he walked away, I just stood there, staring. I clenched my teeth and walked inside the house. He was so annoying, he needed to get a life, or maybe if I hired a girl for him he would be too busy to poke in my business.

As I walked into the house Thalia asked, “What were you two discussing?”

“Men stuff,” I replied.

She gave me a sidelong glance before deciding to ignore me, she was too preoccupied with her ice cream. I hadn’t told her yet about doctor Wilson. I didn’t want to give her a false sense of optimism.

Perhaps if the doctor was successful or granted only limited success, I would reconsider. I followed her and took a spoonful, but the ice cream seemed like water on my palate. I stared at the ice cream while rolling my tongue around..

I took another scoop, but it didn’t feel any different. I took another and another but the ice cream tasted like sand. It was weird, especially since I was just from enjoying my steak at the restaurant.

I didn’t want to alarm Thalia, I didn’t want my illness to worry her, she was pregnant. I excused myself and went straight to the sugar bowl in the kitchen. I scoured as much as I could, but it was also unappealing like sand.

I placed the bowl of sugar back and went to get some fresh chili, which I chewed on like it was nothing. My sense of taste was completely gone.

I hurriedly reassembled everything before Thalia found me and I texted Dr. Willson. The moron had no idea what was going on, and he wanted me to go and see him in person so he could perform a series of tests.

I shrugged and scheduled an early appointment for the next day.

“What are you doing, Brandon? You’ll find I have finished the ice cream?” From the other room, Thalia yelled.

I replied “I’m coming!” and returned to my thoughts. Something wasn’t right; I had hoped to be turning normal and healthier, but it appeared that things were becoming worse.

I clenched my hand, irritated since I was weary of the stupid condition wrecking my life. But I needed to reveal my face since Thalia was becoming concerned.

I strolled back into the room and acted as nothing had happened. I wasn’t very good at hiding, so I turned on the television.

I had ruined the previous one, so I brought in a replacement. Josh and Jessica were a fantastic shield behind which I could hide.

“Come on, Brandon?” Thalia let out a scream.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Can’t we get through this night without those two idiots?” she wondered. I glanced at her, realizing that she had never questioned about the couple or how far I was with ruining Josh’s life ever since she got the news that she was pregnant.