The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 125

Jessica’s Pov

Heavily pregnant, dirty, and rotting in a foreign country with no hope. My country dumped me and left me to rot like I was the first person to commit a crime. They allowed Brandon Fraser to throw me in a pit hell without trial. They allowed him to staple on my human rights. I deserved a trial no matter how bad my crime was but every time a day passed I lost hope.

In the earlier weeks, I had tried killing myself but the useless guards walked in on me and placed me in isolation under strict supervision.

It was there where I lost count of how many months passed but my pregnancy kept reminding me that the months were passing. It was huge like I was carrying s*upid twins. I regretted not having aborted the idiot.

Everything was a mess and I just wanted to die. Thalia won, she won, I was sure she was watching me. Sometimes I would kneel on the floor and yell for forgiveness like a mad person. I did not care if it was embarrassing or if she was laughing at me, I just wanted to go back to my country. I wanted everything to stop but no one came to get me.

They locked me up and threw away the keys and the sad part was that no one was looking for me. That reality was what hurt the most. No one, I had no one not even the filthy father of my child who I knew was aware of where I was looked up.

I would cry myself to sleep every night, wishing I would get sick and die but nothing. I was not allowed to mingle with other prisoners because of my suicide attempt. They kept me isolated with little human contact. The only time I saw a person was when they brought me food. Sometimes I refused to eat but they would come in and force it down my throat.

I had no clue as to why they wanted me to live so bad. It was so irritating that they treasured seeing me suffering. Sometimes I thought they were getting paid for every tear I shed or every time I got on my knees begging Thalia to free me but she never came.

Not once did she even show her face? Maybe the room had mirrors and she visited me when I was not aware. I had no idea. Sometimes I could pretend she was there and I would ask for forgiveness. I was losing my mind and I knew it but there was nothing I could do.

The only person that eventually showed up was the guy that she was always with. He walked into the filthy room and I was glad to see him. I actually smiled, I never knew his name or how he was related to Thalia but it was refreshing seeing a familiar face.

I saw hope, Thalia had heard my cries and I assumed he had come to negotiate with me. I was willing to do anything for the possibility of going home to my country.

Most prisons in my country were a luxury for one to spend their last days in. They had soft beds, decent food, aircon or Tvs but not compared to the hell I was in. And with good behavior, I could get out in less than ten years.

A table and two chairs were brought in and he requested me to take a seat. I told myself not to blow my one opportunity. However when he handed me the divorce papers my heart sank. All hope varnished, I got on my knees and began begging him.

He ignored my pleas and handed me a pen to sign. He merely said two sentences which were irritating and kept pointing at the paper. At the back of my head, I thought Thalia was testing me and I began to convince myself maybe if I signed Josh would talk to her on my behalf so I signed the papers.

He got up, grabbed the pen and forms from my hands, and walked out of the room without saying a word. The guards walked in and took away the chairs and tables leaving me standing like a confused fool.

Only after minutes passed, not sure if it was an hour, I came back to my senses and screamed on top of my voice. Reality sank in. I missed my only bargaining chip. He was never going to come for me.

I screwed up again, I was so desperate to please Thalia and her boyfriend that I ruined my own chances of ever going back to America and getting a trial. I f*cked up and dropped to the ground crying. I cried and cried until I ran out of tears, soaking wet in my own tears.

How was I the only one that ended up with such fate? They all got their second chances but mine was robbed away from me by Thalia and Brandon. To make it worse they were even deciding for me to live when I did not want to. Where did I go wrong? Why was I so s*upid? Why were they not forgiving me when they forgave each other? I kept asking myself as I walloped myself in self-pity.

More days turned into nightfall with no sign of the man or Thalia or anyone that could speak English. I began accepting my fate and began coming to terms with the fact that I was never going to see my country ever again. The thing I was carrying was never going to get the opportunity to be born in his country.