The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)
Chapter 82

Josh's POV

My phone beeped as I was unpacking the last of our belongings in our new house. It was Dad, and he was furious with Jessica for leaving the family home, but we didn't seem to mind. My father was the most egotistical and toxic person I've ever encountered. The final straw was his last deed during the dinner party.

We wanted to keep the baby a secret, but he made it public without our permission. We didn't believe him when he blamed it on booze because we knew how far Victor Nelson would go to obtain what he wanted and how little he cared about the people he affected.

Jessica was furious and continued to be furious, refusing to speak with him. She couldn't tolerate being in the same room with him, so she proposed that we relocate to Europe just like I had suggested but our finances were still on the rocks.

But seeing that her health and that of the baby were more important we decided to rent an apartment. It was low grading for me but it was the cost-cutting sacrifice that we needed to make for our peace of mind. It was only for some months and we were going to France. A new start and a new beginning.

The baby was like an eye-opener for me to get my act around and I was thankful each day I woke up. The company was slowly building itself up, we had not heard from either Thalia or Brandon.

We had no idea why but we could only assume Thalia had given birth, she looked big the last time we bumped into her. Maybe the baby gave her a second thought at life and they decided to concentrate their time on the baby. Or maybe they were waiting for us to climb the ladder then cut the ladder from the bottom as they did in court.

But I told myself to forget about them, whatever the outcome of her revenge against me was; I did not care. My baby and wife were going to be my new priority and I was going to look for a new job in France, maybe even go back to school and do what I always wanted to do. My father and Thalia, we're going to continue with their useless revenge without me. I was out, and there were only a few months left.

Jessica walked up to me with a glass of water, like she knew exactly what I wanted. I kissed her and got the water. "Is everything in the house?" She asked.

"Yes I think I got everything," I replied and held her hand in mine. "Come and join me," I requested and pulled her to the chair. She sat on my lap and I handed her a file. "What's this?" she asked. "Well you were right, tomorrow I'm starting the process to include you and the baby on my shares," I announced.

She turned and kissed me passionately, I was not expecting the kiss but she was all over my face and mouth in excitement. Before I knew it she had her dress on the floor. "Hold up?" I tried to get my breath back but she was already in my pants. I knew nothing was going to happen. Ever since the Canada incident.

I was too tired and was aware that no matter how much she was going to try to arouse me nothing was going to get up. Plus I had forgotten my viagra back at the main house. I needed to go to a pharmacy to get a new refill.

"Jessica stop, I'm not in the mood," I informed her.

"Do not worry, I will help you," she replied while pressing kisses all over my face and rubbing me. But nothing was happening, she was only irritating me and making me more tired. I understood her excitement but it was the wrong timing. "Jessica please, I can't, I'm just too tired," I begged her.

"You will be after I'm done with you," she replied.

"Jessica, I can't get it up! I need f*ckng viagra and I think we left it in my father's f*cking house!" I yelled at her. She froze and stared at me in shame. She covered herself up and said "Sorry I didn't mean to, I was just excited."

I looked away and she stood up, picking up the dress that was on the floor. She was quite embarrassed but I was more embarrassed. I was the useless husband that needed an artificial sex booster in order to get my thing up.

"It's fine, I understand. We can do it at night," I suggested.

"Ooh yes, we can do it, I can go and get your drugs at the pharmacy," she suggested.

"Okay thanks, I will just finish drafting these," I replied. She dressed up and hugged me, "thank you, what changed your mind?"

I cleared my throat and zipped my Zipper, "Well both my father and Thalia are unpredictable. I'm just securing our future," I replied.

"Yes...yes they are unpredictable and we need to be one step ahead of them," she replied and kissed me on the forehead. I could not help but notice that she was acting very nervous. "Let me go and get those drugs," she stated.

I held her hands, "No, you can get the drugs tomorrow morning. Am just tired and need rest tonight."

"No no, I was actually going out to get some groceries or food. We have nothing in the fridge," she replied

"Ooh, I thought you were...? I stated. We stared at each other awkwardly, she cleared her throat and I rubbed my hands in the hair. "I have to get going then, I will be right back," she said and quickly walked upstairs to change.

Her eyes were watery like she was about to cry. I couldn't help but think that she was about to cry, whether it was tears of joy or my pathetic penis that couldn't get up for her. But whichever it was, I felt like a loser. She walked back in, kissed me goodbye, and went to the store.

I had no idea how I ended up with an angel like her. I didn't deserve her, I felt guilty, I felt like I was bribing her with my shares. Soon she was going to get tired of me, I couldn't get it up for her naturally. What kind of a woman would stay married to a man like that? That was the kind of s*it that destroyed marriages.

But then there was my wife, even though I had cheated on her thousands of times but she was out there getting me Viagra drugs so that I could f*ck her after bribing her with the shares.

I stood up, full of shame, and walked to the bedroom trying to process how I ended up with such an incredible woman. I placed the folder on the bed and planned to work on it after I had taken a bath but the doorbell rang forcing me to go downstairs and get it. I could only guess it was the neighbors welcoming us but when I opened the door there was no one. Maybe I had begun hallucinating or something but as I turned to close the door, I hit on something.

I looked down and it was an envelope, assuming I had dropped it when getting the things in the house, I picked it up and looked at it. It was addressed to me much to my surprise. I chuckled, who on earth sent letters in the technology world. I closed the door and took it with me to the bedroom. I turned to the front and it said "Honeymoon where they betray continued,"

I had no idea what to make of it, or maybe it was Jessica trying to spice up our bedroom. But the word betrayal sounded so serious. I opened it up and a photo of testicles dropped out. I picked it up, it was definitely not from Jessica and I did not look like the joke. I stared at the photo then back at the envelope.

I noted there was a letter and another photo. I got out the photo first and it was a photo of a man on an operation table, naked and his testicles open. My stomach moved and all of its content splashed on my shoes.

I took a closer look and the man appeared... appeared or should I say looked like me. My heart began beating fast as I took a closer look. There was no doubt it was me, I could recognize myself even if I was covered in scabies. I turned the photo and it said "Orchiectomy" I had no idea what it meant but I quickly got my phone and googled it. "Orchiectomy" removal of one or both testicles."

I felt a wave wash up as I took a seat, my legs could not hold my weight. I kept staring at the photo with shaky hands. Someone was definitely playing games with me. It was Thalia, there was no one else, that useless woman was never going to leave me alone. Something inside of me wanted to burn everything and not feed into their revenge but I was curious.

For over eight months I was unable to successfully get it up, there was definitely something wrong with me and even though the doctor said I was okay. Deep down I always knew something wasn't right down there. I slowly took out the letter and my world came crashing back on me.

"A honeymoon is a place where memories are created for a new couple but yours was where your fate was sealed. Go back to the hospital in Canada and ask the doctor which vital parts of yours were dissected. Side effects of someone without testis (gain weight, unable to ejaculate, mood swings The most obvious changes may be hot flashes and sweating. You may lose your sex drive not be able to get an erection. Your wife and Father lied to you. Good luck and safe journey" the letter declared.

I began shaking, my hands became sweaty, whether the letter was from Brandon or Thalia, that part did not matter. I ignored everything and concentrated on the side effects. I googled a lot of articles on the removal of testicles, how it was done and how it would look on someone who had undergone the procedure and I matched every aspect.

I fitted in perfectly, every side effect I had undergone or was experiencing. But the doctor did the tests, I thought to myself but then I remembered my father was capable of paying off a doctor. Then I recalled how weird the doctor in Canada behaved. In fact, both my father and Jessica behaved weirdly, they are all nervous but I was too stupid to notice it.

But it was not making sense, why would my father keep such a secret from me or my wife? What would they benefit from it? I kept asking myself but then I looked to my left and noticed the shares. Memories of my father insisting I release the shares and Jessica also insisting that I gave her the shares.

I stood up, my legs shaking. I needed fresh air, so I walked to the window and opened it, taking in the cold air. My wife was pregnant and if I had no testicles then whose child was she carrying? Her odd behavior at the hospital when I was told she was pregnant.

But before I went mad, I needed answers. I needed to do a scan and replace out if I had plastics or testicles.

On second thought, I needed to replace out from the mouth that did the operation. I quickly packed up the letter and the shares file, looked for my passport, and headed to the airport like a mad man.

Any man would have walked into a hospital and done a scan but I wanted the Canadian doctor to look into my eyes and tell me he did not do an Orchiectomy. I remembered the sadness in his eyes and how eager he wanted to leave the room. Whether he was paid by Thalia or Dad, he appeared to have just gotten tied up in a mess he did not like.

I drove to the airport breathing fire, my phone kept beeping with Jessica's calls but I ignored her. I needed answers before I killed her. Soon I was checking in and booking a flight. I was lucky to replace the last seat and I boarded. I had already googled the doctor and was in possession of his home address.

By the time I arrived in Canada It was 4 am but I did not mind. I got in a taxi and gave the driver the address. My legs were shaking as I walked to the front door. Deep down I wanted the letter to be lies, I wanted it to be propaganda set up by Thalia to ruin my day and doubt my father and wife.

I rang the bell and on the fourth attempt, the doctor opened the door. He was so sleepy and p*ssed at me for disturbing his sleep but as soon his eyes recognized me, he froze and averted his eyes with shame "Are you going to get in or stay outside freezing?" he asked.

I walked in and he followed me from behind. "I knew the second your father made the pregnancy announcement, something wrong was going to happen," he said. I felt a hard slap to my heart, he knew exactly why I was there.

"Can I offer you some water or something?" he asked.

"Where are your wife and daughter?" I asked. He looked at me surprised but I explained that I had googled him.

"They are visiting grandma,” he explained and took a seat while offering me a seat. But I did not feel like seating. I began moving around his living room. I had no idea how to begin or where to start from. He could be Brandon's employee and paid to lie to me.

But he cleared his throat and spoke up first; "Your father promised me he was going to tell you the truth one day," he stated. My clothes became hot and I took off my coat.

"Did my father ask you to cut my testicles off?"

"No, you were involved in a fatal accident, and in order to save your life, we had to do the operation. It was life or death, there were no relatives to sign the forms so we did the operation to save your life," he explained.

"Did you inform my father or my wife about the procedure?" I asked.

"Yes, in fact, they were in the same room but they ordered me to lie to you. They said they needed time and were going to tell you one day," he stated.

My tears dropped, I wasn't a man anyway, so it was okay to cry.

"I told them you needed some hormone therapy and general therapy. Why they needed time, I had no idea because the

the procedure was irreversible," he added.

I stared at him and took a seat, covering my face with my shameful face. "So it's impossible for me to father a child?" I asked.

"You can't father a child, Mr. Nelson, I'm sorry. Only your father can explain and give you the reasons why he kept that fact a secret to you" he stated.

I lifted my head and asked for my medical file which he informed me was at the hospital. I politely asked him to take me to it and he agreed.