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    Jessica’s Pov


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    Seated in the hospital chair, my mind wandered from one topic to another. Trying to figure out where


    my life was heading and which moves I was supposed to make.


    Josh was still unconscious but his vitals had improved tremendously. All we were waiting for was for


    him to fight and open his eyes.


    Victor had left to consult with hiswyers, and I hadn’t spoken to him since. I had tried phoning him


    numerous times to see how far he had progressed with thewyers, but he had not returned my calls.


    I was doing everything I could to remain calm, but I had a strong suspicion that something dreadful had


    happened or was about to happen.


    The doctor walked in and did his morning routine as I stepped outside to get fresh air. A beautiful life


    that I had nned looked set for another downfall.


    I took out my phone and tried calling Victor again but it went unanswered before he switched off. I


    yelled out in frustration and began sending him long paragraphs of insults.


    Whether he liked it or not he was going switch on his phone and read the stup*d messages.


    My head was spinning, I was hungry and couldn’t remember thest time that I put food on my mouth


    or had a decent bath. I had no friends, never believed or trusted in my fellow gender.


    I never had a great history with friends and once upon a time, I gave up trying. Most friends were just


    backstabbing snakes who showed you a different shade of teeth to that which they showed your


    enemies.


    So I gave up or never tried to form such bonds. But there I was regretting that decision, I needed to talk


    to someone but I had no one. No friends, no family. Josh and Victor, we’re the only friends and family


    that I had.


    I was very much aware that I was alone, to make matters worse we had chosen not to inform Josh’s


    friends. ording to everyone, I and Josh were still having our honeymoon. Enjoying our time alone as


    newlyweds.


    I sighed and took a seat, going through my phone to check if there was any line or anyone that I could


    talk to because the thoughts in my head were killing me. I was going to burst open if I did not find


    anyone to talk to.


    I walked all the way to the cafeteria, not that I wanted to eat but because I was searching for someone


    that was going through what I was going through.


    I noticed an olddy seated in the corner of the room, her food untouched and putting on a sorrowful


    face. I decided to join her. Old women always had motivating stories to tell. Most were boring for my


    liking but I had no choice, anything was going to do for me.


    Immediately I took a seat she smiled as if she knew me, I could only guess that she neededpany


    as well. She offered me the nuts she was eating and to my shock, I epted without second thoughts.


    I was always a hygienic person and never took food frommoners or the poor. But maybe because I


    was hungry or maybe because I was trying to be kind for the first time. People always said sh*t brought


    kindness out of anyone no matter how awful they were.


    I sat with her and talked from one topic to the other, she was also nursing her husband. They were


    married for forty years and she narrated her life history and how she meant her husband.


    It was a beautiful story like some kind of fairytale. I was inspired and wondered if my life with Josh was


    ever going to have such an ending. We had just married and had a long way to go.


    Maybe the ident was some kind of eye-opening I thought to myself, it was not toote for us. The


    olddy’s marriage was not all rosy but it was very motivating and gave me hope.


    The first week of my marriage to Josh I was a stup*d irritating wife. That was thest memory that he


    had for me. I nned to change once he woke up, I was not going to be a perfect wife but I was going


    to be a loving wife.


    I was going to be so good to him that I would never have to worry about thest impression I gave him.


    I was going to be the wife that he deserved, I was very sure he was the husband that I deserved.


    Before I could thank the woman my phone rang, it was useless Victor. He knew when to spoil my


    mood, I finally found someone that calmed me down but he chose to spoil it.


    On any other given day, I would have cklisted his old a*s but I needed to find out what was going on


    the other side or if he was sessful in sealing ourpany from our enemies.


    I answered the call, he was in the hospital, and from my assessment of his voice, I could tell everything


    was wrong. I began panicking, I immediately said my goodbye to the old woman and ran upstairs to


    meet him.


    I found him in the corridor, he was shaking and sweaty, he was yelling on top of his voice at someone


    on the phone. I noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he came with in this country, they were all


    wrinkled up and dirty.


    My heart sank, I knew whatever he was going to say after he cut the call was worse than what we were


    experiencing.


    He cut the phone and turned not knowing where to begin, I had never seen him in such a condition.


    Victor was always a gant man who cared about his looks and what he presented to the world. He


    looked all scruffy and dirty and he smelled terrible as he hugged me.


    “Jessica things are bad,” he said without beating around the bush.


    “What….do you mean…. ?” I stammered. Deep down I did not want to hear any bad news but I had no


    choice.


    “Gentex is getting…” He replied and looked away. He couldn’t find the words to say whatever he


    wanted.


    “Victor what’s going on, please just say what’s going on!” I begged him.


    He took me away to a corner and said, “The department of health is suing us?” he said.  I stared at him


    confused, he was not making sense,st time I talked to him it was about changing uses.


    “Are you saying the department of health does not want us to change uses, is that not our private


    matter?” I asked confused.


    “No no, all our dialysis machines that we supplied to all hospitals malfunctioned yesterday,” he stated.


    My eyes widened in shock, as I clutched onto his hands, waiting for him to retract what he had said.


    But he was dead serious and looked as shocked as I was.


    “But… but… how,” I cried out.


    “I have no idea, I have sent our people to investigate, all dialysis machines made by Gentex in every


    state began malfunctioning one by one. We are getting sued from all corners,” he rified.


    “Did anyone die? Was there….any loss… of life?”  I asked.


    “No, just critical conditions, we wouldn’t be operating if that was the case,” he replied.


    I leaned against the wall, not sure if I was supposed to cry or yell in frustration. The hell we were in was


    not over but just began.


    “I didn’t even have time to even draft uses with thewyers, as soon as we sat down, we received


    the call,” he added.


    “How bad is this?” I asked.


    “We can get closed down or lose millions, forcing us into bankruptcy,” he added.


    I stared at him, everything was falling apart one by one in front of our eyes. Josh was not going to


    survive the fact he was never going to father a child and hispany going to dust. Apany that he


    worked so hard to obtain and rebrand. He was going to lose it.


    I held on to Victor’s hands and pleaded, “Please do something, thatpany is Josh’s life, please you


    have to save it,” I cried out.


    “Am doing everything, this is just sabotage,” he said.


    “Are you saying someone is doing this?” I asked.


    “Hundred percent but I will find out and deal with them!” he yelled. “Gentex products have always been


    the best in this country, we never experienced such. And all equipment faulting at the same time is total


    sabotage,” he added.


    I looked at him in dismay, trying to process what he was saying. But I could note up with anyone


    that would such to ourpany.


    Thinking about it critically, I wasn’t surprised that anyone would try to sabotage us. Gentex was a stolen


    Or some of Victor’s enemies. My head was spinning trying toe up with names but came up empty-


    handed.


    A nurse approached us with a smile on her face that I wanted to wipe out but the words that she said


    made me understand. Josh was awake, she said.


    I immediately took off and ran to the room to find Josh in a seated position. I quickly ran to the bed in


    tears and hugged him in excitement. I needed some good news for once. He winced in pain because of


    the pressure I was exerting on him.


    I quickly apologized and moved away, “Love are you alright, do you remember anything,” I asked.


    Victor walked in with a fake smile and stood to the opposite side of the bed while Josh pointed to the


    ss of water on the table. I quickly ran to the table and picked the ss up, I slowly gave him the


    water and waited for him to recover.


    “Son, can you hear us?” Victor asked.


    He slowly nodded, with pain evident, and looked in his father’s direction, exchanging a smile.


    “You scared us, son,” Josh added and looked in my direction giving me a warning look. I almost rolled


    my eyes but controlled myself, I wasn’t stup*d I was not going to tell Josh about any sh*t that was


    happening. The door opened and his doctor walked in, I could see Victor tensing up and folding his


    arms.


    He greeted us before greeting Josh and began assessing him. We stayed glued to our feet, I could see


    the doctor being careful and not wanting to upset Victor. He asked Josh random questions and went on


    back with his assessment.


    I could see Josh being very eager to know if he was okay but the doctor kept beating around the bush.


    Victor cleared his throat and the doctor went straight to the point. Just like he was instructed he


    removed the part of Josh getting his testicles removed. All he needed to know was that he sustained


    trauma below his belt that was not fatal.


    Josh cleared his throat and asked whether the trauma would affect his ability to have children. We were


    not surprised by his odd question, we all knew how important children were to him.


    The doctor began shivering, forcing Victor to intervene. “Son you are okay, they did several tests,” he


    stated.


    “Dad, when did you be a doctor?” Josh asked.


    “Son, I was…”


    “Let the doctor finish talking,” Josh stated.  The room became quiet, as we all focused our eyes and


    attention on the poor doctor who was sweating profusely. He was probably a bad liar and had never


    been put in a situation where he had to lie to his patients.


    “Doctor are you okay?” Josh asked.


    “Yes. Yes… I’m fine,” he stammered.


    “You look worse than me,” Josh joked, sending us into fakeughs. The doctor wiped his brow and


    smiled. “I’m just having a bad day,” the doctor replied.


    “Well my day is worse, I got in a freaking ident during my honeymoon,” he said as he lifted his eyes


    to me. He was ming himself, that much I could tell.


    “Josh no it was not your fault, it was an ident ” I cried out and held his hand but he ignored me and


    faced the doctor. He was still waiting for answers from the poor doctor.


    The doctor cleared his throat loudly, “Mr. Nelson you are fine and can father ten girls,” he replied.


    “That’s great, thank you, doctor,” he said and held my hand. “When am I going to receive my kiss or do


    I have bad breath?” he said to me.


    “Ooh,” I said embarrassed, and gave him a deep kiss, a kiss of betrayal. I could only hope Victor was


    going to solve everything before disaster struck or Josh found out about everything.


    The doctor excused himself, practically running out of the room and not wanting to be with us. I couldn’t


    me him, I wanted to run too, I couldn’t face Josh, I was everything except a liar.