The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Thalia’s Pov

I swallowed and cleared my throat, unsure where to begin. Deep down, I didn’t want to reveal or

expose myself to the stranger next to me. But then I realized I was going to die, and he was going to Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

die as well.

Only those in court heard my story, and I saw their cheeks light up as they laughed at me for my folly. It

wasn’t going to make any difference if one more person laughed. It would, at the very least, serve as a

diversion.

Plus the divorce was going to be on every front page in the morning for the whole world to laugh.

My useless existence was so twisted up that it was difficult to know where to begin. I swallowed my

saliva and said.

“Alright, my name is Thala Nash, and I am the world’s most foolish and useless lady.” I said, to which

he stared and smiled. I could tell he was hitting since he was already aware of it.

I swallowed my pride and proceeded. At the age of 21, I graduated from Harvard University with honors

in biomedical engineering and research. I was a genius, and education took precedence in my life.

My father was an engineer as well, and the proprietor of a medical invention firm that created devices

and equipment that made life easier for hospitals all over the world.

He was preparing me for the takeover, and I was a proud daughter ready to make my father pleased. I

didn’t have any friends, therefore books were my closest companions. You could argue I lost out on

some of that human socializing. fun, and getting to know people.

Josh Nelson and I met when I was ten years old. His father and my father were great friends for a long

time. His father also ran a large Biotech equipment company, and the two families would gather

together for holidays.

I always had a crush on Josh since I was a child. Despite the fact that he never expressed interest in

me. I was certain he was aware of my feelings for him. He was the type of guy who was into the

popular expensive girls, so I knew he’d never be mine because I was the bashful, naive, neophyte that

I was.

But as we grew older, I always looked forward to the family holidays and dinners that the two families

would enjoy since they allowed me to spend time with him.

Then something miraculous happened, or rather, what 1 fought was miraculous. Josh’s father’s

business went bankrupt, and in order to rescue it, my father agreed to merge his company with theirs.

They changed paperwork and merged them, and Josh’s father proposed marriage to seal the deal. A

contract like that would allow us to pass the company along to our children.

My father’s company already had a clause in place that stated that no one could acquire it and that it

would be passed down through the generations.

I never forgot the happy tears that welled up in my eyes as my father entered my room and informed

me of the proposal.

My mind came to a halt, and I consented without hesitation. The date had been planned, and

everything seemed to be going according to plan; fate had provided me with the man I had been lusting

after for years.

I only wanted to make him the happiest man on the planet. I made the decision to be a stay-at-home

mom.

Yes, I packed all of my degrees and doctorates; nevertheless, love was more essential to me; it was

something that had been missing in my life for a long time.

My father and I were often in labs or studying, despite the fact that we grew up in a rich family. But

when I was with Josh. I felt complete, and all the science and papers seemed pointless.

The initial years were rosy, or so I was led to believe. But when my father’s health began to deteriorate,

he agreed to delegate his responsibilities to me, but before I could sign, Josh recommended that we

invest the company’s power in our future children

The prospect of him and I having a child together piqued my interest, so I agreed and he forced me to

sign a slew of paperwork that I didn’t bother to read.

In my head. I was picturing a son for Josh Not the company, although that was my top priority.

I trusted and loved Josh, but I had no idea that I had given half of my shares to him and the other half

to a kid we would never have because he had made sure of it

After a year without a child, he came home one day with some tablets and told me they were fertility

pills when they were actually birth control pills. He would go to a clinic once a month to receive a refill

and swap bottles. And, like an idiot, I’d drink without a second thought.

I got depressed and thought I was unworthy of being his wife. He was there for me at all times,

soothing me and standing by my side.

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I grew so preoccupied with the prospect of being pregnant that I completely forgot about my company.

And he gradually took over, beginning with replacing all of my father’s faithful board members with his

own.

And I signed everything over without question or fired everyone he told me to. All I wanted to do was

make him. happy.

1 agreed to whatever he proposed. It was Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh

Alter my father died, I met the real Josh, the monster, the animal who had been hidden for years. My

father left everything to me because I was an only child. Josh forced me to sell all of my other

properties and houses.

He came home one day and told me he had a friend in the pharmaceutical industry and that their firm

had a new miracle fertility drug that could help us conceive but it was expensive. He asked me to sell

all I had inherited, but I had no idea he was the buyer.

He brought me some fake pills, which I started taking without realizing I was taking vitamins.

He became emotionally and ment*lly abusive to me after he realized he had grabbed everything from

me. He made it clear that I was his property.

He used to bring prostitutes into our home, directly into our matrimonial bedroom and in front of my

eyes. When I was sleeping, I would occasionally hear movement on the bed. When I awoke, he’d laugh

and invite me to join them. I blamed myself, believing he was treating me badly because I couldn’t give

him children. Every morning. I’d tell myself that I was a failure. He’d made sure I didn’t have any family

or friends. He never let me leave the house, and he never took me to any social engagements. He was

always by himself. He always went alone.

I wouldn’t blame him because I never questioned everything he did or said. I always agreed with

everything.

Then he met Jessica and became an even larger monster; the abuse escalated, and when he was tired

of it, he filed for divorce. I had nothing, no money, and no legal representation.

One day, an old schoolmate ran into me at the courthouse, heard my story, and asked her husband to

represent me pro gratis.

My lawyer had already hinted that I would lose the lawsuit, especially that I had even signed a prenup

unknowingly. Josh had meticulously arranged everything. My lawyer tried to use the abuse and

manipulation against him, but I signed everything before the abuse, and most of the papers when my

father was still alive.

The folks in the courtroom looked at me as though they’d never seen such a foolish woman before. For

that matter, a Harvard graduate.

My lawyer attempted to utilize the bogus medicines that Josh had been giving me, but when I was

called to testify, his lawyer made me doubt everything to the point that I started crying.

When my lawyer’s wife discovered the pills in my luggage and swallowed one, I realized they were

fakes. When I yelled at her to spit the pill, you should’ve seen her expression.

She inquired as to why, to which I replied, but she chewed it over and informed me that it was a

vitamin. We went to a drugstore and she asked me what other pills Joshi had ever given me.

And we took them to a pharmacy and that’s when I got the shock of my life. It was all lies lies lies lies. I

had been used and dumped like tissue paper. How an old woman like me could not distinguish

between vitamins and birth pills was a disgrace.

During his lawyer’s interrogation, he made it appear as though I was aware that I was on birth control. I

was unable to respond to any of his questions. He made it look as if I was lying and fabricating stuff.

I didn’t know the name of the clinic or the pharmaceutical company that had provided Josh the magical

fertility medication. I couldn’t help but cry in front of everyone; I couldn’t even defend myself; I was

helpless, defeated, and embarrassed.

How can a full-grown lady with a degree from the country’s top university be duped and played?

Finally, the decision was read, and Josh was handed everything. I couldn’t bear looking in the mirror.

My only possession was a small bag containing the clothes that I bought before my father died, two

years ago.

The shame, the worthlessness, the ignorance is what was eating me up all the way to this bridge.

“So Brando would you continue living if you were as stup*d as me?” I asked and looked up at his

shocked face.