Chapter 109


    Jessica’s Pov


    My baby bump had begun showing, I was putting on a lot of weight, weight that I had worked hard to


    maintain my entire life. Any woman in my shoes would have aborted and hit the road but I had nowhere


    to go or how to start a new life.


    I never went to college and neither did I graduate high school, I never got the opportunity. Selling my


    body was what put food on my table and over my dead body was I going back to that.


    The baby was my future, I had thought about it very much. No matter how ugly it was, it was going to


    put food on my table.


    I epted the fact that Josh and I were never going to get back. To hell with him, after all the idiot was


    the reason I was in my current situation. I was yet to sign the divorce papers, I was somehow punishing


    him and I nned to contest the house.


    I did my research on the inte. I was carrying a family member and the ugly thing inside of me


    deserved part of the house. Those were my terms I set up for the divorce hearing next week. For the


    first time, I was going to show up and demand my own terms whether the judge granted the house or


    not.


    As for Victor, he was going to get the child support summons whether he liked it or not. He was not


    going to hide for long, soon he was going to step up and face the consequences of his s*upid n. And


    the bill was not going to be small, the child support was going to be covering and maintaining my luxury


    life. I knew without that life I was not going to see a new man to feed me.


    Victor was just a stepping stone, if there was one thing I learned from myte s*upid mother was that if


    life handed you lemons, you turn them into lemonade. I was a survivor and was not going tote a low


    point in life define me.


    Being locked up in the house turned me into a social media addict. To be honest I was only there to


    check on my scandal. Getting pregnant for my father-inw was out of an bama horror show. My


    face was still trending while Victor’s face disappeared off the sites.


    A woman always got the worse, I was the wh ore and it was fellow women tagging me that tag, not


    men. Through memorial time we were always our own enemies and I was not surprised. My fellow


    women opened me up and kept my image trending, not that I cared. Sometimes I read thements


    and stalked the profiles of those that made the hideousments.


    It was through reading thosements that I came across a man’sment asking to buy the clothes


    I wore while f*cking Victor. I had scoffed but then opened my eyes to an opportunity in front of me. I


    had inboxed him and inquired if he was serious. To my shock, he wanted everything up to my


    underwear for two thousand dors.


    Using my instincts I deduced he was a sick p*rvert so I raised it to three thousand. I knew I was biting


    on my luck but I needed the money. I had no idea when Josh was going to throw me out of the house. I


    was even surprised that he had stopped trying to get me out even though the sale sign was outside.


    Plus my contest against the house was going to take months.


    I was running out of food, I had no car, all our luxury vehicles were sold or auctioned out to pay our


    debt. I needed the money, it took a day for the p*rvert to reply and he epted. I was literally jumping,


    the world was full of such weirdos and I decided to capitalize on it. So I set up a website and named it


    the inw affair.


    In days I had thousands of followers, weirdos, willing to buy anything I wanted. I was turning my lemons


    into lemonade, my misfortune into fortune, I was going to survive. Some clothes I hung on them for big


    sales but the good part was that some buyers only wanted to hear about my intimate sessions with


    Victor.


    Some even suggested I write a book, filthy always sold so I began setting up funds for such and


    searching for a ghostwriter. People wanted to hear my side of the story and I was not going to


    disappoint. Even if everything flopped and my book did not work out, Victor was my n B.


    A week passed and the day for the divorce hearing came, I was prepared and decided to show up.


    Money from the sales allowed me to hire awyer and I bought myself a low-standard car. I had not


    seen Josh for weeks, it was going to be difficult to face him but I was determined.


    Mywyer was a bitte as we walked into the courtroom but we found it empty. Josh and hiswyers


    were nowhere in sight. At first, I thought I got the wrong room forcing me to counter-check but it turned


    out that Josh and his uselesswyer decided not to show up. It was after an hour that hiswyer


    showed up but Josh was nowhere to be seen.


    It was surprising considering how much he wanted to get rid of me. The judge was so p*ssed with us,


    he found us to be childish and he walked out of the room requesting we sort out our s*it before wasting


    his time. I could not me him, thest sessions, I was the one who never showed up.


    A small smile crept on my face but I was worried, I couldn’t help but I felt Josh was in trouble or


    something. So I pestered hiswyer for his number but as soon as he heard my voice he turned the


    phone off. I was forced to write him a message, reminding him of the court day but even though he did


    not reply I could feel something was wrong.


    So I began searching for his new apartment which turned out to be a dead end. Maybe he had moved


    out of town I thought to myself but a gut feeling said something was wrong. Then I remembered his


    mother, if he was out of town, he was going to take her with him. He loved that old woman even though


    she had no memory of him.


    So the following day I drove to her care home to find out and if I was lucky I was going to bump into


    him. Plus if I was going to find out where he lived in case he has not moved, the care home was the


    best ce because it was obvious he was registered as her Guardian.


    I walked into the ce and my skin crawled, I felt like vomiting, the ce smelled of old people, old


    stinking people. If I was not curious about Josh I would have run out but I had no option but to take it


    and walk in.


    I asked for Sharon and I was informed she was in the garden but. After searching I finallynded my


    eyes on the old woman, sitting on the bench. The sad part of it all was that I had to y nice, with a


    box of cookies, I walked up to her and took a seat. She looked up at me, “hello Sharon how are you


    doing?”


    “Do I know you?” She asked. She was always mean, she deserved being locked up in the sticking


    ce, I thought to myself.


    “Am your son’s wi… I mean friend,” I replied.


    “I do not have a son, you probably have me mixed up with someone else,” she replied in a sad tone.


    “He promised toe and get me from this hell house but he never came for me, I think he is dead


    and they are hiding it from me,” she added.


    She was worse than I thought, the alcohol and drugs had fried her real bad. She was useless, how was


    I going to get any answers from her? She looked away and went on with reading her magazine. I was


    hit with a roadblock but I was not going to give up.


    “My apologies, I thought the man that is always visiting was your son,” I replied and began describing


    his features.


    She turned to face me with a smile, “ooh you mean Josh? No no, he is not my son, he is very famous


    and my friend. He has a lot of scandals and is always in the papers” she replied and moved closer to


    me, urging me to tilt my head to her so she could whisper something to me.


    I tilted and she whispered, “Did you know that the b*tch of his wife slept with his father and they are


    now expecting a child together?”


    I nodded and swallowed hard, as she went on insulting me, it looked like the only memory that her fried


    head could keep was my scandal.


    “I already know that Sharon,” I almost yelled just to shut her up. She moved away irritated, “Then I will


    not tell you what his first wife did to him, poor man” she replied.


    I was getting irritated, I wanted to smack her gossiping face, she could not remember her son’s face


    but yet she remembered all his s*it.


    “You do not know everything because he only told me, it’s not in the newspapers, he only told me,” she


    said and folded her arms.


    I became curious, our dirtyundry was aired, what was she talking about?


    “My apologies, yes you are right I do not know everything please tell me what I do not know,” I stated.


    Maybe she knew where he was and that was the secret she was talking about. She turned in


    excitement and ordered me to tilt my head again.


    “Josh has a daughter,” she spat out and quickly ced her hand in her pocket, removing a picture of a


    beautiful baby.


    “They stole his sperm, the first wife stole his sperm in Canada,” she added. For unknown reasons, her


    heart s*ipped a bit as I looked at a picture of a baby in front of me. I could see Thalia all over the baby’s


    face, no DNA was needed.


    My hands began shaking, yes Thalia was pregnant and it looked like she had given birth but the


    woman in front of me was talking about stolen sperm, Canada plus Josh in the same sentence.


    “I told you the news was not in the magazines,” the woman grinned.


    “Who stole sperm?” I asked.


    *shshsh, Josh only told me, do not to let the others hear, his first wife caused his ident in Canada


    and stole his sperm before they did that operation on him and she inserted the sperm in herself,” the


    old woman replied.


    The world froze in front of me, the woman in front of me was crazy and probably making up everything


    that wasing out of my mouth. She was lying, there was no way Thalia would Impregnate herself


    with Josh’s sperm, she hated Josh, she wanted Josh to be destroyed.


    I looked at the baby again and that’s when I saw the ears and the mouth area. Abination of Josh


    and Thalia or were my eyes ying games with me and wanted me to believe the madwoman in front


    of me so badly.


    “Where… where is Josh?”


    “At the hospital, they did not tell him the beautiful angel was getting discharged so he ran there instead


    of going to court to divorce that b*tch,” the woman said.


    I quickly got up, my heart beating with the photo in my hand. Her story exined why he would miss


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    court even though it never made sense. I ran out of the house ignoring her pleas for the photo.


    I got in the car and sped off to the hospital. It wasn’t far from where I was. My head was telling me it


    was all lies but a small part of me was telling me to ask Josh. Only he was in the position to exin.


    In minutes I was at the hospital, I ran in like a madwoman even though the hospital was massive and I


    had no idea where to find Thalia but then the elevator opened and I caught a glimpse of Thalia forcing


    me to hide behind a flower pot. She was with a man and holding a baby in her arms.


    They wereughing and happy, I could only guess the man was Brandon Fraser. He looked ordinary in


    casual clothes, the man that was our downfall, the man that ripped my happiness away from me and


    forced me into the mess I was.


    The urge to jump and cut his face with my nails filled me but four built-up security men popped out of


    nowhere forcing me to back off. They led the couple into a car and sped off.


    A tear dropped, Thalia ended up everything, she was rich and powerful, while I was a wh ore selling the


    clothes I f*cked my father-inw in on the inte.


    I began wiping my tears and that’s when Josh popped up,  his eyes searching like he was looking for


    them. He had a pink baby head sock in his hands. I quickly sprung from where I was hiding, almost


    scaring the s*it out of him.


    “Jessica, what are you doing here?”


    I swallowed hard, “today was our divorce hearing I showed up but you did not…,” I replied not knowing


    where to start from.


    He gritted his teeth and held his head, he looked like he had not slept for days.


    “I was busy,” he replied.


    I chuckled, “What is more important than getting rid of me?”


    “Jessica I have no time for you,” he said and tried to move.


    “Thalia and her boyfriend already left if they are the ones you are looking for,” I replied while looking in


    his hands.


    He sighed like he was defeated


    “Is that a baby head sock?” I asked.


    He almost rolled his eyes and began walking away, my face made him want to vomit, he couldn’t even


    hide it.


    “Is the baby yours?… Are you the father of Thalia’s baby?” I finally asked the question bugging me.


    “Did she cause the ident and steal your sperm?”


    He looked at me surprised, “Who told you that?”


    “Does it matter? Please Josh tell me if that b*tch caused that skiing ident. I always me myself for


    forcing you to go to Canada… so please tell me that it was not my fault,” I cried out.


    “Jessica, go home,” he replied.


    “Every s*it started from Canada, it’s there where I agreed to lie to you about the operation. I always


    thought maybe if I did not lie and we told you the truth I would not be the w*ore I am today,” I tried to up


    my game and it worked.


    He closed his eyes, “Yes Thalia caused that ident, stole my sperm, and inseminated herself,” he


    replied.


    My brain stopped and a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, I could not stand on my feet. Josh ran to


    me and held me, everything started from Canada, it was Thalia, she ruined my life. My lemonade


    turned back into lemons.