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    Josh’s Pov


    I struggled to get my tie off my dumb neck which seemed like it was smothering me, as I left the room


    full of shocked people, following my wife from behind. I clutched it fiercely, attempting to free it, but it


    felt cemented to my neck.


    I began suffocating because all I did was tighten it around my neck, depriving myself of oxygen.


    Jessica, who was furiously walking in front of me, came to a halt and turned, yelling, “You’re killing


    yourself!” as she took my hands off my neck and rapidly undid the tie.


    I dashed to the corner of the parking lot and puked my guts out. My guts felt like they were on fire and


    about toe out of my mouth.


    As I held on, my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. My wife who was just seconds away from


    me was nowhere near. I only heard her inquire whether I was all right from a distance.


    I raised my hand and wiped any vomit that had umted on my dry cracked lips. I was exhausted,


    my heart was beating fast, and the silly weight I had gained was only exacerbating the situation.


    I needed to sit down because I was dizzy from all the vomiting and, more significantly, from the sh*t


    that was just pped in my face.


    “What are you up to?” Jessica screamed at me? “Get up right now! Get up!” she yelled repeatedly. Her


    tone was so unpleasant, and she was simply adding to my misery.


    “Shut your f**king mouth!” I yelled at her and clutched my splitting skull which felt to be mming into


    my skull.


    “What are you thinking, people are going to start watching us, this is so pitiful,” she eximed. Because


    I had puked, the miss-perfect couldn’t even stand centimeters away from me.


    I chose to ignore her because I already had enough on my te, and having people watching me sit in


    my vomit was thest thing on my mind. Thalia was rich, far more than I was or ever will be even if I


    lived two lives.


    While Inguished in near poverty, the girl I had sacrificed many years to destroy was bathing in


    wealth. And, to make matters worse, she was expecting a child while I was without an heir.


    My blood boiled thinking about that injustice. Why was fate so cruel to me? I understand the need for


    her toe out of the sh*t victorious but why was it at my expense?


    I sobbed uncontrobly andughed so loudly that I drew the attention of numerous others. Someone


    up there clearly despised me, which was amusing in a way, or was I paying for my ancestor’s crimes.


    “If you don’t get up right now, I’ll leave you in this filthy car park!” Jessica cautioned me, but I didn’t


    mind; she was free to leave at any time. She was, after all, the one who couldn’t conceive.


    A car stopped over and the door opened, to my surprise it was my father who stepped out angrily. “Get


    your stup*d a*s into the car!” He screamed loudly.


    “Thank G*d you’ve arrived, Victor,” Jessica tried to downy the situation.


    “Get your a*s into the stup*d car and shut up!” He screamed at her, instead. I was on the verge of


    He waspletely enraged. I had no idea how he discovered we were attending the event. Oh, I


    forgot, my non-pregnant wife might have informed him, something about the two of them being best


    friends or something.


    I could hear Jessica objecting to her usage of his car, but Dad didn’t want to hear any of her nonsense


    and yelled at her to get in. She walked in enraged and her arms folded, banging the car door hard like


    a spoiled seven-year-old.


    Dad entered via the front door and started the car. The ride to the house was awkward and quiet the


    entire way.


    Jessica was looking out the other window, while I was looking out my side of the window. We had our


    a*ses given to us by a girl who l took every from, none of us wanted tomunicate, the humiliation


    was too much.


    When we arrived at the residence, I was the first one out of the car. I went straight to the liquor cab


    and started drinking myself to death. Jessica and my father entered the room.


    He stepped right up to me and sn*tched the bottle from my grip. I tried to resist, but I was pped


    across the face with a strong smack that felt like I was being electrocuted. Jessica clenched her jaw in


    surprise, while I clutched my itching cheek.


    “Why would you agree to a trap invitation? Why would anyone invite a copsingpany to such a


    posh event?” He became enraged and yelled at us. I quickly turned to face Jessica.


    “A… a friend of mine invited us,” she softly replied.


    “A friend! Are you two retarded?” he screamed at me “Why didn’t you consult me, why didn’t you notify


    me?” On top of his voice, he screamed. Jessica and I could only stare at the floor.


    “Someone had to tag me on social media because your embarrassing encounter with Thalia was


    broadcasted live all over the inte. The housewife of Josh Nelson resurfaces with another


    billionaire’s child!” He screamed.


    “We can sue her!” Jessica said. “Thaliamitted a crime when she sat back and watched Josh face


    charges for her disappearance.”


    My father clenched his jaw and ordered her to shut up ” I spoke with Kim, she informed me that the FBI


    had phoned her and informed her about Thalia, but she had chosen to keep the information to herself


    because someone in this room chose to block her” Dad said as a wave of hope vanished from me. I


    screwed mywyer and she ended up screwing me too.


    “The stup*dity of sleeping with your ugly a*swyer!” Jessica yelled at my face. I only kept my gaze on


    the floor. She turned to face my father and asked, “ when was that? When did Thaliamunicate with


    thewyer? Why wasn’t it in the news?” she asked.


    My father said, “Brandon Fraser made sure it wasn’t in the news.”


    “So in short she watched my husband get dragged in sh*t and was aware of the situation?”


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    “Probably spearheaded it, her fiance owns everyone and that exins why we got swamped with those


    allegations, just my guess,” he added.


    My heart began beating fast, Thalia being responsible for my misfortune was not far-fetched. We


    always suspected that someone was behind the sh*t that was being thrown at me.


    “So you mean all thewsuits were orchestrated by her?” Jessica asked.


    “Maybe but I am sure that she ising to finish us off, whether she was behind everything or not. She


    deliberately sent that invitation to humiliate you two and you stup*dly fell for it.”


    He turned to me and said, “Son our hell just began, she ising for Gentex whether it is in rumbles or


    not.”