The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 74

The Art Of Revenge

Josh’s Pov

My phone kept ringing, but I ignored it. It was my father calling, and I was in no mood to speak with him. I just blew $10,000 from my bank account, my last earned cash. I was officially broke and most of it I blew it on gambling and wh*res, it had turned into an addiction that I couldn’t control.

I sat in the cheap bar miserably, everything was gone and I had no idea where I was going to get my next money. I kept staring at the empty account but my view of it was getting obstructed by my father’s constant calling.

Everything was gone because of my st*pid ex-wife Thalia. I squandered it because of her, she managed to ruin me in months while it took me years to ruin her.  Years that I could never get back.

How could she be pregnant when I had made her believe she couldn’t conceive and somehow she was wealthier than me.  After all the years I spent dragging her down, every effort and time was flushed down the toilet.

As my phone beeped again, I sat there wondering why life was so unfair. Was the old man getting too old to grasp that I was ignoring his calls? I sipped my cheap wine and pondered my thoughts. I felt so worthless, and it was all because of her.

I began to ponder how different my life would have been if I hadn’t consented in participating in the vengeance. I’d most likely be working for a legal firm; I’d always wanted to be a lawyer, but my father pushed me to study business administration and management, which I disliked so that I could take over the dumb company.

I almost flung the phone when he called again, but it was Jessica, which was strange because she had stopped caring and never called though we always had sex in the morning and it was her who always initiated it. I guess deep down she still loved me.

I fixed my gaze on the phone, searching for the time when I noticed my notification was flooded with messages, and when I saw the name Thalia, I leaped to my feet and opened it.

My father was apparently admitted to a hospital as a result of Thalia’s attack. My senses stopped for a minute as I stared at the message for a long time, reading it repeatedly and trying to digest everything. I quickly dropped everything behind and ran out of the club, heading straight to the hospital. My attempts to contact my father and Jessica were unsuccessful. They seemed to be retaliating for my failure to return their calls. As I parked my car at the hospital premises, I cursed.

I went immediately to his room and found him shouting at the cops who were recording his statement. He appeared to have been attacked by something poisonous, his eyes were red and swollen and he was having trouble opening them.

“Have you nabbed the sc*mb*g? Instead of arresting her, what are you doing here?” He roared at the top of his lungs.

“Mr. Nelson, we need to interview you first, and then we’ll interview Miss Nash and get her version of the tale,” the cop said, prompting my father to start tossing stuff on the floor.

“Before you injure someone, Mr. Nelson, calm down.”

“Relax, relax, relax! That useless woman shoved a gun into my mouth, which is a criminal and she is probably hiding all the evidence as we speak;”

“We’ll obtain her side of the story, but having cameras in your office will assist in her arrest.” the officer stated.

“I don’t have any bl**dy cameras,” he said. “Where is Jessica, Jessica, Jessica, Jessica, Jessica?”

Jessica, who had been standing in the room’s far corner, took a step forward. Her eyes were red but not as puffy as my father’s. She was dressed in a strange black coat that was far too hot for the weather and was far too quiet. I was expecting her to be screaming at the faces of the policemen and screaming for Thalia’s head, but she was unusually silent.

Perhaps she was traumatized in some way. She looked up and saw that I was looking at her. She swiftly shifted her sight to the officer. I couldn’t decide whether or not approaching her and offering my support was the correct thing to do. Although I walked over to her while keeping a safe distance.

“Where have you been!” my father asked as he recognized my presence. “How come you were avoiding my phone calls?” he inquired.

“I misplaced my phone,” I lied.

Jessica shrugged, but I didn’t pay attention to her.

To catch our attention, the cop cleared his throat. “So, let me get this straight, and an almost-seven-month pregnant woman handcuffed you, Mr. Nelson, and held your daughter-in-law at gunpoint while doing so, and put the gun in both of your mouths?” he questioned.

I stared at the two in shock as the officer tried to grasp what happened. Even in my drunken state, a pregnant woman would not have the upper hand on me, I thought to myself.

“Yes, that’s what happened; why are you making it sound as if you’re mocking the situation?”  My father screamed at him.

“I’m just trying to figure out what happened, and where was your secretary at the time of the attack?” He inquired.

My father was virtually breathing fire as the two of them exchanged glances. “The room is soundproof,” I said after clearing my throat.

“Is this the same ex-wife that you stole everything from and was in court for her disappearance?” the officer asked, staring at me for a long time.