The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Jessica’s Pov

I ran downstairs trying to push back the tears. I was never the type that showed her tears or wounds to

the outside world but the sh*t that Josh was subjecting me to was very unfair. I felt like I was cursed.

Every time I found something that made me happy, sh*t always came slapping me across the face.

Josh was being very unfair to me, I had been nothing but a supportive wife to him ever since the ordeal

began.

How dare he bring back sh*t about my cooking. He never had any problem with the fact that I couldn’t

cook but just because his company was plunging, he changed in a few days and became so cruel to

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He never slept in our matrimonial bedroom. It was always at his office ever since he got discharged

from the hospital.

I understood him, someone was trying to destroy him and anyone in his shoes would not find time to

sleep until they found the enemy. But he was treating me unfairly and taking his frustrations on me.

He was finding faults in everything that I was doing. Every Time he saw my face I noticed his change in

mood.

Deep down I felt like he was blaming me, if I had not insisted on going for the honeymoon he would

have seen the attack coming. That was my initial thought. He was just a coward and couldn’t say it to

my face.

Victor advised me to give him space and understand him but I was doing all that. But as soon as I

bumped into him or asked if he needed anything hell broke. Maybe I needed to move out of the house

until he grew a pack of balls.

Speaking about balls, we still couldn’t manage to change the clause and neither were we planning to

tell him soon.

Everything was a complete mess, we had no idea where to begin from or how to even gather the

energy to tell him the truth. The hell I was going through was not the life that I signed for.

I heard the main door open and I looked through the window. It was Josh heading into a car that I had

not seen before.

I quickly ran out of the bathroom to the kitchen and picked my keys. Josh had stopped updating me on

anything, Victor made me promise to keep an eye on him because his son did not seem like a person

that would make sound decisions.

I quickly got into the car and followed at a safe distance so as not to be detected. The man looked

familiar but I could not remember where I saw him.

The two talked in the car for some time before they drove off. I followed them at a safe distance, being

careful not to be spotted.

The car came to a halt at a local pub. Josh exited the car and entered the pub while the other man left.

I debated whether to follow him but convinced myself to keep an eye on Josh. I parked at the back of

the and waited for some time before putting a hoodie on and entering the pub.

To my shock, the place was filled with wh*ress, like it was some kind of mini nightclub. I decided to sit

in a corner that provided me with a better view of the entire pub. Soon I spotted my dear new husband

getting a lap dance.

He was smiling and seemed to be having the time of his life. It seemed like the wh*res were his new

favorite thing to pass time or have a laugh. I haven’t seen him happy since we arrived from Canada.

My heart began beating fast. We were barely a month old in our cursed marriage but yet there he was

searching for the next vagina to hit or was trying to get a score.

I felt like going there and beating the sh*t out of his pathetic life then I remembered he had no balls.

I decided to see if he was going to go far with the strippers. It was like some sort of test to check if his

manhood was working. Yes, it was a sick game but I was right there in case things escalated.

I needed to know if he was working down there, that was my biggest worry. Yesterday I had tried

touching him but it ended in a refusal and a broken heart. He said he had no time to waste having sex

when the enemy was covering ground.

Yet there he was trying to get down with a stripper and bring home all mothers of diseases. I called on

two stripers and secretly talked to them, giving them money to dance with my own husband.

They agreed and walked up to him where they gave him the lap dances of his life. The idiot was

enjoying himself but then it began to seem obvious that he was forcing things. He was so absent-

minded.

I was once a stripper and we always knew where exactly to sit to get a man hard but it looked like the

stripper’s efforts were in vain.

The man’s mind was not with him and my biggest worry was starting to manifest in front of me and all I

could see was watch in horror.

After some minutes he chased the girls in disappointment and began drinking himself to death. I could

only wonder if he suspected or maybe he attributed it to stress or something.

But one thing was on point and that was the man was never going to be the same in bed. I stood up

and silently walked out of the pub without being detected. I walked to the back of the building where my

car was packed.

I could no longer watch the disappointment that was drinking itself to death. He was definitely not the

man that I worked my a*s off to marry.

I got into the car, frustrated with tears rolling down my cheeks, and yelled out on top of my voice. I

yelled so loud and did not care if anyone heard me or not. I really wanted to get the sh*t out of my

system.

It was not fair, I felt like I was being robbed, there were a lot of evil people out there but karma never

caught up with them. Then why was my case so different, it was like I was taken out of a group to be

used as an example.