The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 59

Josh’s Pov

It was six months since the hurricane passed through my company but it was still a shell of what it once was. My father was able to resurrect some departments with the help of his Russian connections, but we needed a lot of money to resurrect the entire company.

All the moneyed top guns I knew distanced themselves from my company as far as they could. The scandals still loomed large over me, but I was confident that a solution was on its way.

All I needed was to look deep, soon I was going to rise and all those who were laughing and distancing themselves were going to kneel before me.

Another worry that kept me awake all night was Jessica’s inability to conceive. I had tried numerous times to persuade her to join me to see a reproductive specialist, but she always came up with excuses.

It appeared that I was the only one putting forward the effort to have a child with her. She knew how important a child meant to us and the company but yet she did not want to make an effort.

I stopped visiting whores for the sake of having a kid with her, and I ended everything with my lawyer; the case was dismissed, so she was of no help to me.

It ended nasty but thanks to my father who had to threaten to end her career if she did not leave me alone.

For the conceiving part, I began to believe that Jessica was the one with the problem and was keeping the truth from me. We had discussed our marriage and agreed to focus on it, but the inability to conceive was taking its toll on us.

Every day in the house was torture, with quarrels following quarrels. Our house was never calm, I wouldn’t refuse if someone told me that Thalia’s ghost haunted us. It was like I was paying for all the things that I did to her.

However, my father promised to speak with Jessica. He always seemed to get some sense into her head better than I used to.

Then there was my mother, who still had trouble identifying me. That part of me always hurt. Sometimes I felt like she was doing it deliberately to hurt me. Maybe it was some sort of punishment for having locked her up in an institution.

We had moved her to a less expensive home care facility due to the inability to keep up with the payments. We intended to take her back to the expensive facility after the company was fully operational.

There was nothing I could do, I couldn’t bring her to live with us, not with the way I treated Jessica during the past months. She hated my mother and was never shy about that. So bringing my mother home would be like chasing my wife away.

I sat in my office thinking about my next move when my father walked in.  I promptly rose and asked, “Did you talk to her?”

He replied, “Yes, she is waiting for you in the car; you may escort her to the gynecologist.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” I responded, smiling and hugging him.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “just perform the check-ups and I’ll take care of everything in this office.”

“Are you sure?” I inquired.

“Yes, I am certain,” he stated.

I hugged him once more and dashed outside, where Jessica was waiting for me with bated breath. I was taken aback because I had assumed she was uninterested with the idea of going for a check-up.

I walked into the car and inquired as to what all the fuss was about. She swiftly handed me an invitation letter that appeared to be for an expensive party.

I took a glance at it and realized it was some sort of cocktail party; I grimaced because I didn’t have time to party, and Gentex didn’t have that luxury for me to take a break and party.

I knew that was the life she previously enjoyed and probably missed, but that life was a past of strings and if we found the right connections we could only attach and get back to it.

“Listen to me first,” she began explaining.  “One of my friends who knows someone in high places invited us to the Mandel annual fundraiser. We have been invited as Gentex,” she screamed in excitement and asked me to guess who was going to be at the party. I only stared at her.

“Brandon Fraser will be there, the rich company undertaker will be there,” she added.

Brandon Fraser was the top dog in the investing world. My throat went numb at the mention of his name. In a single day, he could destroy or develop a company… Gentex was in desperate need of him.

“Is my father aware of this?” I asked as I picked up the card and read it again.

“No, I wanted you to be on top of things so that when the time comes, you can step up and salvage the company,” she explained.

I smiled, knowing she still had my back. But first, we had to see the gynecologist, and then we would go outfit shopping.

As I drove to the clinic, I could see things beginning to improve for us. Whatever had transpired in the previous six months had to be set aside, as my father always emphasized. We drove to the clinic in excitement. At least the good news took off some of the tension between us.

I waited in the doctor’s office while she performed all of the tests on Jessica. She called us both after she was finished and assured us that Jessica was in excellent condition to have a baby.

I let out a sigh of relief, given her history, I assumed she didn’t have a womb or something, but it was already six months, so why hadn’t we gotten pregnant if we were both fine?