The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 84

Josh’s Pov

I walked away without saying anything once the doctor handed me my files. I immediately flew to Cuba. In high school, I had a friend who was a surgeon there. I hadn’t seen him since high school, but I ran into him at a conference in Europe once and he gave me his card. He was the only Doctor I could trust at the time.

Brandon and my father had no idea who he was, so I realized there was no way they knew him. I hadn’t seen him in more than eight years, so neither of them could have known he existed or paid him off.

It was mid-day when I arrived in Cuba, and I had not slept for more than twenty-four hours. I needed answers, not sleep, and Jessica was probably looking for me out of her mind, but I needed to clear her name at the time.

I arrived at the Doctors hospital and he was shocked to see me. Cuba was the last place that he expected to see me but when I explained my situation he understood why I flew miles away from home.

I handed him my file and he went through it, I could see his face turn into shock as he read it. He had seen the pregnancy news all over the internet.

He pointed to a room and ordered me to go in it and change into a hospital gown for the tests.

I ordered him to do all the tests that were available in his book to confirm whether I had testicles or not. He nodded and walked into the room after some minutes. He did not need a scan or tests but just from a physical examination he could tell I had no testicles but I needed him to do all the tests, scans, and even an assessment of whether I was capable of fathering a child.

After an hour he was done, I dressed up and followed him into his office. I could tell from his facial expression that nothing was okay with me down there. I took a seat and he cleared his throat.

“Josh, I will get to the point straight, the accident you sustained in Canada was fatal and they had to do an orchiectomy because your pelvic area got crushed under the weight of the helicopter. I noticed they did constructive surgery,” he stated. But I only stared at him as he went on to explain how impossible it was for me to ever have a child.

“But why did the doctors lie to you? You have to sue them and why did you not follow up after you started experiencing the side effects?” he asked.

I swallowed hard, “My father paid the doctors to lie to me,” I replied.

“Oooh, I am so sorry, that’s… why would he do that?” he asked but I ignored his questions and asked to look at the scans. I was still in denial, he showed me my scans then handed me a scan of a normal male with testicles.

I could clearly see the difference and I just sank in my chair. He offered a free therapist for me and a home for some days but I thanked him and walked out ignoring his pleas. I had a date with the devil called my father. But first I needed to face my wife.

At the back of my head I thought I could process Jessica f*cking around, getting pregnant and leaving me but why pin a baby on a man she knew would never impregnate her. Then it occurred to me, the money, the shares.

Even if I had found out after splitting the shares she would still have a portion of her shares. She was traping me to give her my shares by using a baby that was not mine. It never mattered if I found out or not. Just the thought of it made my stomach turn.

I boarded the plane troubled, and when I arrived home it was already morning and I had not had sleep for more than forty-eight hours. My own country seemed like a foreign country. I switched on my phone and thousands of messages and missed calls popped up.

I ignored them and went straight into a liquor store. Alcohol was always my weakness when hit with a brick but I was not going to drink myself to death. I just needed something strong while I drove home. I recalled all the w*ores that I had to f*ck in an attempt to impregnate one when I thought she was the one with a problem.

I practically made her see a gynecologist and she was probably laughing at me in that office. Was she punishing me for all the s*it I put her through? I thought to myself as I drove into the driveway, a home I had so many dreams for. I walked in and she immediately ran to me and hugged me with so much worry on her face. “Ooh my G*d Josh where have you been?” she asked

“Canada,” I replied and moved her out of my way.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? I am just from filing a missing person’s report.”

I looked into her eyes and said, “I went to relive our honeymoon.” She stared at me confused but I could see the shock in her eyes. She began stuttering but I walked upstairs ignoring her. I went straight to the bathroom, placed my briefcase and bottle of whiskey on the sink, and decided to take a bath.

I wanted cold water to wake me up from the hell that I was walloping in. I felt like crying but I had no tears but I could feel a headache coming on and I was getting a bit of a temperature. I was burning from the inside and without the cold water, I was going to burst into flames. Jessica kept banging on the door, requesting me to open for her but I ignored her and found a way to filter out her voice.

I finished my bath and walked out ignoring her presence. “Josh, what’s going on? You are starting to scare me?” she cried out. But I went on with my dressing. When I was done I went under the bed and removed the trunk, roughly searching through it. I was very sure I had put it in there.

“Josh, what’s going on? What are you looking for?” She kept asking? “Maybe I should call Victor,” she suggested and began searching for her phone but I found the gun just in time and pointed it at her. “Make that call and I will blow your brains out!” I yelled at her.

She froze and quickly dropped the phone. “oooh my… G*d Josh! What… are… you doing?” She stammered?

“Move!” I yelled at her.

“What the f*ck are you doing!” she yelled back

I moved closer and held the gun to her head.