The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 91

Josh’s Pov

If someone asked me where I got the energy or motivation to work up every day, I’d tell them it’s because of my mother. She had a hazy memory and couldn’t remember me, but her care home was my home ever since the day I laundered our dirty skeletons in public, and I spent the majority of the day there.

She recognized my face from the television and assumed I was a celebrity or actor. As a result, she tolerated and enjoyed my visits, and she was always waiting for me at the door with a newspaper about our family scandal.

Hearing her describe how the media was tearing us apart was heartbreaking, but it was the price I had to pay if I wanted to spend time with her. The good news was that she supported me and believed my father and Jessica were the bad guys. Which was only fair for anyone who followed the story.

The owners of the home allowed me to. I could only guess they felt sorry for me and pitied me. Every morning she would read me every newspaper on the face of the country that carried my story. She had no idea the old man that impregnated my wife was her husband or my father. At first, I would make her aware of that fact but she would think I was joking or trying to ruin her fun so I gave up.

But there were days when she remembered me and asked me about my life. Those were the special days, and I would just cry on her lap. I guess that was the main event for me though it was rare that she ever snapped out of it. One day she once asked for Thalia and whether I was ever going to ask for forgiveness from her and ask her back. I once saw that same question on social media but I had ignored it.

That was a question that I never wanted to ask myself. What would I say if Thalia stood in front of me? Did I have any regrets or remorse for what I and my father did to her? Was she to blame for my mother’s condition? Did her father’s success play a bigger role in my mother’s condition? A year ago I had clear answers to those questions but now I did not want to ask myself or anyone asking me those questions.

But there was a question that always resurfaced every night in my one-room apartment. Before I closed my eyes I asked myself if it was karma that I found myself in such a situation.

Yes, I was reduced into a one-room house, a small TV where I kept updated with the stock market. I had no idea why but I was waiting for Gentex to pop up or Thalia to buy it. But she had disappeared off the face of the earth.

There were some days when I was walking in the streets with my hood covered over my head and I could imagine her popping up and laughing the hell out of me. I always had such nightmares and woke up all sweaty.

So I decided I needed to move out of the city and start afresh but I had no money. The last money I had, I  paid Kim for her services. I also needed money to keep up with my mother’s stay at the care home. But there was nowhere in the city that I would get a job without turning heads so I was caught in a rock.

My only option was selling the house but that was where the b*tch lived. My father had dumped her and was nowhere to be seen. He knocked her up and ran away, I had no idea where he was, and neither did I care. I think he knew if he showed his face I would finish him off.

I was going to sell the family house but first I needed to free myself.

I was in talks with Kim who for unknown reasons was on my side and ready to give council. I made it clear to her we were never f*cking or getting together. She was part of my toxic past that I needed to get rid of.

Not like I was not grateful for her help but I needed to start afresh. The surprising thing was that she understood and linked me up to one of her friends who was a divorce lawyer since she could not handle such cases.

I had a hundred percent advantage of getting everything and being granted the divorce because of the nature of my case. I was going to leave Jessica with nothing. There was nothing much to even take anyway, the only available thing was the house.

All of our other properties, cars were all gone, most of them before the bankruptcy. Whatever was left was taken by the banks. The house was the only thing that survived. I wanted it, I needed to sell it for my new life with my mother. I was going to be living with her. Something that I should have stuck with before those two devils convinced me otherwise.