The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 69

Brandon’s Pov

Yes, I cheated, even though I never wanted to know the gender of the child till birth so that I can have the urge to live or something to look forward to. But time caught up with me and I became curious and eager to know the gender before I died.

After the bolts of being confined to bed, day in and day out I began feeling like I was never going to make it, so I began searching all over the internet on how to tell the sex of a child by looking at a pregnant woman.

I was too ashamed to ask Thalia for a scan, I was very sure she would think I was intentionally giving up. But when the time was near, a dying man always knew.

So I began searching on the internet, there were thousands of articles, especially those from the Victorian era when ultrasound or scans were not available and those of African origin where technology was still lacking.

Most of them spoke of strange and weird things but I picked on those which were sounding normal or applicable. For example, some talked about the silkiness of the mother’s skin.

When a woman was pregnant with a boy child, her skin became afflicted with pimples and her nose became larger, which I didn’t see on Thalia.

Her skin was so flawless and luminous ever since she became pregnant, indicating that she was having a girl.

Another sign was ugliness and untidiness; when a woman was expecting a male child, she always became ugly and lacked a sense of fashion, but not with my Thalia; she was always clean, smartly dressed, and taking baths more than she used to when she was not so I picked that as well.

Finally, a woman expecting a male child always had her belly pointing to the floor, whereas a woman expecting a girl had her belly pointing up or leaning towards her heart, which is how Thalia’s belly appeared and I made my conclusion.

The majority of the myths were African in origin, yet their forefathers were always correct. I once traveled there and I was amazed by their myths and culture.

So, after concluding that she was expecting a girl, I had to confidently choose a female when she asked for the bet, and voila, the scan showed it was really a girl.

I smiled, knowing she’d never give up my fortune. I found her smiling when I stared at her, but she then grabbed and twisted my ears.

“Can you tell me how you found out? Did you scan my body when I was sleeping?” She screamed at me, “Or maybe you drugged me and ran a scan on me.”

I shouted out, “Thalia, you’re injuring me!”

She exclaimed, “Respond to the stup*d question!”

The doctor and Nestor stood back and watched as the insane pregnant woman assaulted me. Did she forget that I was a dying man because of her hormones? “No, I didn’t; I just noted a few things about your pregnancy and assumed it was a girl,” I responded.

“Liar! You’ve always held your stance that it is a boy and only changed at the last minute?”

“You can Google, how can I drug a pregnant woman, Thalia I have five senses. All I needed was to find out more about your skin and the shape of your pregnancy,” I sobbed, deep down I was hoping she was joking with her allegations because drugging a woman for the purpose of scanning was way beneath.