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Thalia’s Pov
The doctor led me to a little white room with a white bed in the center and a lot of medical equipment
lying on the tables. My heart began beating fast, Not because I was terrified, but because the day had
finally arrived.
It was time to stop talking and start doing. I took a seat on the bed and slowlyy down. The door
swung open, and the doctor entered, fully equipped. I was inseminated in a matter of seconds. I felt as
if I weremitting a federal crime with no remorse.
I wasn’t a coward, after all; I’d always had boldness inside me, but I was waiting for someone to kindle
that fire thaty dormant in water, with little possibility of ever igniting.
Brandon was the person who ignited that soggy wood and lifted me out of that hellish trap in a matter of
days.
I discovered that no amount of kindness or money could ever be sufficient. Survival of the fittest was
the rule, and the powerful always tr*mpled on the weak in order to acquire what they wanted.
I was always the weak one, and my father was weak as a result of his generosity, and we both suffered
the price. It was time to break the terrible chain and be the strong one.
Yes, I still considered my life tragic; perhaps one day it will turn into a wonderful story, but I didn’t care;
a wrecked life for a ruined life was all that mattered to me.
That was my new life motto; my baby was going toe along andprehend the decisions I was
making; perhaps one day, he or she would be proud of me and appreciate the choices I just made.
In a nutshell, the doctor exined everything to me, including what to expect and what not to expect.
And what was expected of me throughout the whole procedure?
He wished me luck and expressed his hope that I was doing the right thing, as my situation was the
first he had ever seen. I smiled and thanked him for everything; he looked exhausted and in desperate
need of rest; the man had put his ethics and job on the line for me and my pointless vengeance.
I had no idea why he was on Brandon’s payroll, but I assumed he had been cheated by life as well. It
was the only thing that could make a guy go to any length and risk losing his dignity.
As I sat on the bed, processing what I had just done, he walked out of the room with his head down. I
wanted some alone time; it had been almost a week since I had been alone in a room.
It was strange because I’d grown ustomed to Brandon lying on myp or my chest or next to me
which I knew he loved. My very first best friend. We called each other suicide mates.
Fate brought us together, and I could only dream we’d be together for more than a month. There was a
reason, bigger than my request for revenge that we were brought together.
I knew it deep down, but I didn’t want to give myself false hope; instead, I needed to prepare myself for
the possibility that he was simply an angel sent to me before he died.
I grumbled and got out of the bed, knowing that the Jerk on the other side of the door was undoubtedly
waiting for me.
I didn’t want him toe in while I was still dressed in a hospital gown. I quickly changed into my pink
beautiful dress and exited the room, heading for the waiting area.
Nestor and Brandon were sat on opposite ends of the bench, like some rivals. They both stood up and
walked up to me as soon as they noticed me.
“Are you all right? Did everything go ording to n?” Brandon was the first to inquire.
“Yes, all we can do now is wait and hope,” I said.
They both remained silent, and when I turned to look at Nestor, he averted his gaze awkwardly.
It wasn’t like when I went into the doctor’s office and he looked at me with judge-like eyes. I averted my
gaze and pretended not to notice him; he was acting as if he had known me for years and that I owed
him an exnation for every decision I was making in my life.
“Are you able to walk around? Did the procedure make you feel ufortable?” Brandon initiated the
conversation. On the other side, he was acting like a good spouse. I thought to myself, “Two odd
opposite men.”
I said, “Of course, I can roam about aimlessly; I didn’t go in there to give birth,” I joked.
He looked doubtful at me, as if he expected me to leave the doctor’s office devastated and second-
guessing myself, but that was not the case. I was a changed person, I was on fire and I was ready for
the second phase of the revenge.
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I took his hand in mine and extended my other hand out to Nestor. My two new best pals, both of whom
were really attractive, and better than idiot Josh. If only I had met them earlier. “Let’s go have some fun,
shall we?”I proposed.
“Are you not supposed to be lying down in order for the sperm to travel?” he inquired. Nestor and I
exchanged surprised looks before giggling hysterically. We were bothughing so hard, I believe we
needed it in order to lessen up and release the weight.
“Yeah, Yeah, yeah,” Brandon scratched his head as he responded.
“I believe you’ve lost a few neurons in your head as well,” I made a snide remark at his expense.
“He’s thetest with no brains ” Nestor added and received a serious look from Brandon. I stepped in
front of them and signaled for them to move. I was in the mood for a party.
“Do you have a secluded location where we can host our celebration?” I inquired.
“If you mean the two of us, yes,” he said, “but for three, I don’t have.”
He was a jerk, but before I couldin on Nestor’s behalf, Nestor excused himself and just offered
to fly us to our destination.
Something wasn’t quite right about him; he kept avoiding eye contact with me. I could only assume
Brandon might have said something to him. We trailed behind him as he led the way. I was quite
interested in what they discussed, but I decided to postpone it until tomorrow.
In an hour, Nestor took us to an apartmentplex with a fancy mini bar, a swimming pool, a braai
area, and a lovely fountain on top. But it was deserted with no sign of any people. In a frenzy, I looked
up at Brandon and asked if it was his property. He nodded and extended his arm, which I eagerly
epted.
I looked around to see Nestor had already left without saying goodbye. He was always hanging around
to bother Brandon, but he seemed different tonight
“Is there’s a problem?” Brandon enquired.
“No… not at all, so what’s the best n for the evening?” I enquired.
He said, grinning, “my Suicide bestie, we have this building to ourselves, we can do whatever we
want.” My mind wandered to sex, and I began stammering.
I’m not sure why, but it might have something to do with the fact that I had just fertilized my eggs.
Brandon smiled as if he had read my mind.
“Stop being a naughty child,” he stated as he drew me closer to him by my waist. “When was thest
time you danced, and how long has it been? “he inquired.
When I couldn’t remember, my expression grew sour, but then I remembered that it was on my
wedding day, with my father.
On the day of our wedding, Josh just danced with me for a few seconds. It never troubled me, nor did I
see anything wrong with it, because he was a busy guy that night, making sure all of our guests were
happy not knowing it was my first clue and he was avoiding me.
But my fatherpensated for his absence by dancing with me all night. As a result, I never regarded
my wedding to be a dreadful day.
Brandon noticed my shift in mood and spoke up; “I hadn’t danced in two years,” he imed. “Thalia
would honor me by giving me myst dance and putting on a soft 90s tune.
“Of course,” I said with a smile, “but be certain that this is not your final dance,” I added as I ced my
head on his chest with our hands sped. We danced like there was no tomorrow to the beat of the
music.
I had difficulties with my steps at first and stepped on him a couple of times, but after the jam was
repeated, I found my groove. Brandon was a great teacher with a lot of patience. It was surprising that
he could dance so well even though it had been more than two years since he had danced.
Iid my head on his chest as if there was no tomorrow,pletely forgetting about the agony that was
my life or the sperm that I had just used to impregnate myself. I waspletely engrossed in his chest
and wished for him to live another month.
I prayed to G*d that he would extend the great Jerk’s life by two or nine months so that he might see
little Brandon. It was amusing because I did not recall ever praying while Josh mistreated me or during
our divorce processes.
I’ve always believed that if there was a Go*, he abandoned me the day he just stood there and watched
me fall into Josh’s trap
“Your hair smells so good, unlike the f*rst time I met you,” Josh said first, jolting me out of my reverie,
and eliciting a chuckle from me.
“And your arrogance has greatly diminished since the day I meant you, “I responded.
Heughed and answered, “I was not arrogant, you offended me with your ugly sweater and you
invaded my space,”