The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 79

Brandon’s Pov

I sat on my bed counting my hours away, I always did that of late. It gave me inner peace and helped me pass time that seemed to have slowed down. The bedsores were killing me, I felt like I was being punished, every inch of my body was in pain. And I had become so bitter like a dying old man taking his crusts on any that walked on both their legs.

A luxury that I had lost. I had made it eight months, no idea if it was by miracle or luck but it f*cking hurt. There were some days that I felt like giving up but when I looked at Thalia and her huge pregnancy I saw the hope and will to live.

Some women gave birth in their eight months while some gave birth in their seventh month. I could feel the day was near, she was going to be put to bed. We were still debating whether she was going to give birth in the house or the hospital.

I was against the house, there were a lot of complications that could go wrong and that was why a hospital delivery was always recommended and in case of complications. But Nestor and Thalia insisted the birth take place in the house. They wanted me to be present, for the birth. Yes, I had the money to shift the entire maternity ward in my house but it was still not safe, the baby had to be born at a fully functional hospital.

Their worry was that I was going to miss the delivery of the baby because It was impossible to transport my dying body to the hospital. For the last few weeks, I was unable to get out of bed. I had become completely bedridden and undergone two surgeries to remove clots near my heart.

It was getting worse, the next clots were going to be my end because my body could not take any more surgeries. At least I finally knew how I was going to die. Thrombosis or heart failure. I always thought it would be my body drying up before my heart stopped. But I was not going to risk the delivery of the baby. She was going to be delivered in a hospital and if I was going to be alive for that day, I was going to be home watching live even though Thalia does not want cameras up her lady parts.

I spent most of my days trying to figure out what Victor was doing but a month passed without any success. Nestor was very useless. I missed the days when my brain was not crowded with pain and I was able to plot and plan things for myself but the pain was too much, thinking was a luxury.

The doctor advised me to take it easy but I was running out of time. I still needed to give Thalia what I had promised her, that was Gentex and that was what I was going to give her whether she lost interest or not.