The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 26 Josh’s Pov

I could not sleep and awoke in the middle of the night. I was having trouble sleeping for unknown

reasons, and I had a strong suspicion that something wasn’t quite right or that something horrible was

about to occur.

I looked over and saw Jessica fast asleep, looking very peaceful. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I

slowly got up, being careful not to wake her up.

I went to the restroom, washed my face, and looked in the mirror. It was probably tension, I told myself,

and everything was to be alright.

Planning a wedding and taking over a large corporation In the same month could be very exhausting.

Anyone in my shoes could have collapsed by now. To relax my body, I decided to take a shower.

When I emerged from the shower I found Jessica deeply asleep, so I moved to the other side of the

bed, avoiding disturbing or waking her up. I grabbed a seat on the bed and sat down with my laptop.

It was better that I got some work done if I wasn’t going to get any sleep. I knew I had promised Jessica

that I would not work, but I was bored out of my mind and terrified of the unknown.

Before I began surfing my social media platforms, I conducted some last-minute touch-ups on the

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I hadn’t checked any of my social accounts in a long time, but I remembered Jessica mentioning she

had tagged me in all of the wedding images. I first logged on and a slew of notifications flashed up.

I was taken aback by the fact that the accounts were still functioning. I went right to all of the photos

Jessica had tagged me in, and a beautiful smile appeared on my face. I was a married man, yes

Jessica was too much and irritating sometimes but she was my kind of madness.

We looked wonderful, in fact, we radiated loyalty. We were featured on almost every front page and site

to do with beauty and marriage.

Jessica had made a stunning wife in her pricey gown, which I didn’t want to know the cost of. I only

knew it was worth tens of thousands of dollars.

I responded to each post with a heart emoji and a comment because I was certain she was going to kill

me if I continued to make excuses. To be honest, I was never a big fan of social media and thought it

was a waste of time. Every minute spent on social media was a dollar that could have been spent on

something more beneficial.

That’s how I was raised: don’t waste a minute on something that won’t put food on the table or

guarantee your future.

After I had commented, I went over all of my company’s platforms. I had a staff in charge of all

company pages, but I needed to double-check that they were being pushed in accordance with my

company’s policies.

After I finished, I scrolled around, but certain alerts caught my eye; they were from Thalia, a year ago,

and they took me back to the time we were married.

Even though I never responded, the worthless woman used to tag me in every pointless thing she

could think of.

She could tag and mention me. One thing that drew my attention was the fact that she had tagged me

in a post on a promo vacation to Hawaii. Instead of Canada, it was a place that I preferred compared to

Canada.

To be honest, she knew what I liked. It was our honeymoon spot when we got married and though I

married her for the purpose of revenge, I had enjoyed the honeymoon. But I didn’t want to think about

her. Instead, I wanted to know where she was. After the court session, nobody had seen her.

Her obnoxious lawyer even came up to my office the other day and demanded to know what I’d done to

her. I was so enraged that I had to call security to have him removed from the premises.

If Thalia was missing, he was supposed to be at the police station, not at my place of business. I didn’t

tell my wife about the incident since I didn’t want her to be alarmed. It was clearly none of our business

what had happened to Thalia.

But yet there I was searching through her account. I went to her profile and clicked on her photo, there

was nothing there; she hadn’t updated in months.

When I felt movement on the bed, I hurriedly turned off the laptop. I didn’t want Jessica to find me

looking into Thalia’s account.

I slipped under the blankets and wrapped myself around her, calling it a night. It was going to be a busy

day the next day. Jessica had planned a variety of activities for us, none of which were my cup of tea,

but I was prepared to give it a shot.

When I awoke, I had overslept, but she was already awake. She stood in front of the window, a cup of

coffee in her hand.

When I looked at the clock and saw that it was already past nine o’clock, I hurriedly got up, knowing

that some of Jessica’s activities were set for 8 a.m. I was already cursing myself, I had slept very late

and that was the result.

“Good morning, sweetie, why didn’t you wake me up?” I inquired as she continued to sip her coffee,

oblivious to my presence.

“Jessica? Jessica?” I called her, but she remained silent. I could tell she was irritated about something.

The silence was always her way to get at me whenever I did something wrong. I leaped to my feet and

joined her at the window, kissing her on the head.

“Didn’t we discuss this? Communication? What’s the matter? Why didn’t you wake me up?” I inquired.

She shifted her weight away from me and sipped her coffee. Her silent treatment was starting to irritate

me.

“Isn’t the scenery lovely?” she asked at last. When I looked up, all I saw was snow. The scenery was

lovely, but the layers of snow only added to the ugliness. I kept my ideas to myself and remained quiet.

“Isn’t it time we went to the fine dining restaurant across the street for breakfast?” I came up with the

question.

She said, “I didn’t want to bother you,” and stepped away from the window. I was left standing there, I

was perplexed; I was well aware that her comment had a deeper significance, so I remained silent.

“Going through your ex’s Facebook account in the middle of the night must have been exhausting,” she

added, turning her mug to face me. When I realized I hadn’t logged off my account, I closed my eyes,

but she was being petty.

I just couldn’t understand why she would allow small petty issues that only required asking to get to her.

“Did you miss Thalia’s lovely face that quickly?” she continued. “Maybe we should put one of her

paintings in a frame and hang it on the wall.”

“Jessica take a breather…” I tried calming her down but she cut me off.

“ You couldn’t f**king hold on for one day? Is it because I asked you to f**k me in the same way you

f**ked her? Were you mast**bating with her photos!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, which

irritated me.

“Her dunderhead lawyer showed up at my workplace the other day and demanded to know where she

was!” I retorted angrily. “He accused me of doing something to her,” I explained.

Her demeanor changed from irritated to perplexed “Thalia is missing?” she inquired,

“According to him she had not been seen for days and his line has been blocked” I replied.

“Do you suppose she… committed suicide or something? she seemed so broken in the court?” she

wondered. For a little while, we were both silent. There was a good chance Thalia killed herself.

Jessica was correct, and she was last seen heading away from the house on foot, according to my

neighbors. I had previously assumed she was living with the lawyer and his wife, but that was not the

case.

She had no friends or relatives, and there was no one I could think of to whom she would turn for help;

I had made certain of that because I didn’t want her to notice what I was doing to her.

Jessica broke out laughing like a l*natic, much to my surprise. “Well, her lawyer should go report her

missing and leave you alone,” she replied while she laughed uncontrollably. “Or maybe she is

convinced you did something wrong to her. Did you?” she asked in a serious tone.

“Seriously?” I replied.

“I was only joking, but what if she killed herself, would you regret what you did to her?” she asked.

“Her father was never remorseful for the damage he caused to my mother as a result of his success,” I

said, “Can we just stop talking about her and enjoy this honeymoon?” I added as I walked to the

shower.

I had no intention of absolving myself with guilt. She could tell I didn’t want to talk about Thalia, so she

respected my decision. She canceled our planned itinerary because we had missed our breakfast

reservation and scheduled skiing instead.

I couldn’t recall the last time I went skiing; it was probably when I was a teenager, and I never enjoyed

it, but it was my honeymoon, so I was going to be optimistic and enjoy it.

I finished up and joined Jessica, she was ecstatic, and we were whisked away to the main ski resort by

a helicopter.

We found the place fully booked. Recreational skiers made up the majority of those who skid each

year.

Furthermore, rentals and demos had increased throughout time, making it easier to try out high-quality

equipment at the resort and make a more informed decision about which ski was best on a nice set of

recreational boards,

It was what Jessica defined as an ideal trip for folks who enjoy getting out, riding the lifts, and turning a

few spins. She had been skiing since she was able to walk and was well-versed in the sport.

She was all over the place as soon as we landed, looking for boards and face shields to make the

experience more enjoyable so that we could enjoy our few days on the slope. I hadn’t skied in a long

time, so she promised to give me some practice before we went to the top of the slope, where the fun

was at.

Jessica was gentle and an excellent instructor, and I was a quick learner. I started to enjoy my trip after

a while. I was soon skiing bumps, trees, and even powder. We worked out for about an hour before

heading to the slopes.

Everything seemed to be going swimmingly. I finished my first run, stood up, and decided to take a

break while Jessica had fun. She was an expert skier and could see why she was so set on seeing

Canada.

She enjoyed skiing because it brought her closer to her family. Every year they went up north for such.

She finished her run and invited me to join her. I was hesitant at first, but eventually got up and joined

her.

I strapped on my skis and took a stand on the slope, exactly as we had practiced. I stood tall, with my

feet about shoulder-width apart. I flexed your ankles and leaned forward on my shins. I kept my

shoulders slightly in front of my hips, and my weight was evenly distributed over both feet.

My arms were somewhat out in front of me and out to the side. My poles were held behind my feet,

with the tips pointing back. Jessica could be seen peering back at me, laughing at how cautious I was.

But I ignored her and concentrated on where I was going rather than on my skis or her.

I rolled my skis down the slope, enjoying the cold breeze. Everything seemed fine but then I heard a

loud click, which scared the cr*p out of me and caused me to lose focus.

I could hear screams, but it was too late; the last thing I remember seeing was my skiboard flying in

front of me as I was catapulted into the air and it went all dark and cold.