5


    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


    die as well.


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


    wasn’t going to make any difference if one more personughed. 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 tough.


    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 Th Nash, and I am the world’s most foolish and uselessdy.” 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 closestpanions. 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 arge Biotech equipmentpany, 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


    popr 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 hispany 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 thepany along to our children.


    My father’spany already had a use in ce 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 nned, and


    everything seemed to be going ording to n; 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. 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 inbs or studying, despite the fact that we grew up in a rich family. But


    when I was with Josh. I feltplete, 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 rmended that we


    invest thepany’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 thepany, 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.


    hapter 5


    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 preupied with the prospect of being pregnant that Ipletely forgot about mypany.


    And he gradually took over, beginning with recing 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 asionally hear movement on the bed. When I awoke, he’dugh


    and invite me to join them. I med 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 me him because I never questioned everything he did or said. I always agreed with


    everything.


    Then he met Jessica and became an evenrger monster; the abuse escted, 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.


    Mywyer had already hinted that I would lose thewsuit, especially that I had even signed a prenup


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


    maniption 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.


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


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


    When mywyer’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 hiswyer’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 pharmaceuticalpany 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.


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    How can a full-growndy with a degree from the country’s top university be duped and yed?


    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.