The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 67

Brandon’s Pov

My body was like a roller coaster for the past two days; one minute I was up, the next I was down and in diapers. The good news was that Nestor had returned, which meant I didn’t have to endure Thalia wiping my butt.

The old me would have liked every minute of it, but the new me was humiliated and disgusted by the situation.

I only wanted Nestor to do it; he wasn’t objecting, and I even allowed him to stay in the house so that Thalia wouldn’t have a chance. It had always been Nestor’s dream to live with me, he was just too proud to say it.

Yes, even though it hurt, I was going to let the disease drain me of my life without accelerating it.

The slap she gave me jerked me back to reality; yes, I duped her into agreeing to have Josh’s baby and made sure it didn’t appear like I was forcing her.

But, in retrospect, I changed my mind and attempted to stop her at the last minute and even Nestor’s intervention yielded nothing.

She was insistent and persuaded that a baby would magically heal all the sh*t that Josh put her through but she was attempting to make it appear as if I forced her and she had no option.

I decided that crying over spilled milk was pointless, so I left her alone. I spent most of my days outside the beach with Nestor playing chess, despite the fact that he was terrible at it and I was always winning. However, the sun and wind were always soothing to my dying skin.

Thalia had not gone to work in two days and had not apologized for the strong smack she had given me, which I could still feel every time I touched my cheek. I raised my hand and touched the cheek.

“Are you okay?” Nestor inquired. I was seated in my wheelchair, a blanket slung over my shoulders and a drip bag dangling from my arm like a dying ninty-year-old man. A chessboard was placed on a table, and I had just won my fifth game.

“Make your move,” I said.

He offered, “Ain’t you tired? Maybe we should go inside.”

“No, I’d rather be outside,” I replied.

“You won’t be able to hide from Thalia indefinitely, and you two are just wasting the precious little time you have left with,” he observed.

I bit my dry cracked lip and asked “Did you get f**ked in Spain?”

He seemed astonished; I had never inquired about his personal life in all the years I had known him. It was never a concern of mine. I never bothered to inquire because, in my opinion, he only hung out with me because I had saved his mother.

But there he was, changing my diapers and bathing me without even asking for anything in return. I had recently written by Will which I had given him to file and hand to my lawyer and I only left him diapers and I was sure he had read it but he did not confront me.

“No, I didn’t; I received a call from my mother just as I was about to do so, and I had to drop everything,” he responded with his usual blank expressionless face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I retorted. “So you’d rather be here changing my nasty diapers, than getting the f**k of your life?” I smirked.

“Yes, there will be plenty of f**king once you are gone,” he mocked with a smile and made a move on the chessboard.

I gave out a fake smile and solemnly said, “You don’t have to be here just because I saved your mother; you owe me nothing.”

“Not all families should be built on blood,” he responded.

I gritted my teeth, we weren’t going to talk about family, so I glanced up at him and told him to play. Speaking of the devil that I was ignoring, Thalia stepped out of the house walking towards us, “Who is winning?” she inquired.

“He is and he isn’t exhausted,” Nestor responded and made a move that cost him the game for the sixth time.

“Now it’s my turn,” Thalia said to Nestor and requested him to move without my consent. I did not remember inviting her to play; I even doubted if she could even play.

“What are you afraid of? Are you scared of a pregnant lady!” She inquired as she proceeded to raise the board, I chuckled. But I made sure my gaze was concentrated on the board rather than on her, I was still uneasy around her.

I was going to allow her to play, and let her initiate the game. I planned on only playing one game with her after I beat her, but to my surprise, we moved on to game three and she won all three games. My expression of surprise was priceless.

As she stood up, she exclaimed, “You are playing, a nine-time high school champion, plus a two-time Havard chess champion. Did you ever do a background check on me?” she inquired.

I looked at her even more surprised; she was right; when I initially looked her up, my major worry was to make sure whatever tale she had told me was real; I had never paid attention to her life prior to marrying Josh,

“I checked you up and I’m quite aware that you are Chess champion,” Nestor responded. The fool was supposed to update me before she sat down and embarrassed me, so I raised my eyes to meet him.

I tossed the board aside and requested him to take me back into the house. Her disappointment was visible on her face. Nestor shifted his gaze to her as if awaiting her opinion.

“Brandon, I miss you, please don’t ignore me, I’m sorry I hit you,” she cried out.

“It’s okay, I’m just tired, all I want to do is lie down on the bed,” I lied.

“Okay, then, I’ll wheel you,” she gazed at me and stood up. She stepped forward and began rolling me back. I didn’t object since I didn’t want to appear petty.

Because of the awkward silence, I spoke up first; “Victor discovered my surveillance equipment, he knows that we’ve been watching them,” I explained.

She came to a halt in front of me and took a step forward. “When? How? so you’re not going to know what they are up to?”