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The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 28 Jessica’s Pov
My skiing board lay partially drenched in Josh’s blood on the frozen surface as I stood on the cold
bl**dy snow, lost and confused.
Josh, my husband of only days, was whisked away in a stup*d helicopter and I was helpless and
powerless to just watch them take him away. They could not even allow me to accompany him.
They wouldn’t let his bl****dy wife into the stup*d chopper. He was hurt and needed a wife by his side, This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
he needed a familiar voice to let him know that everything was going to be okay. But they wouldn’t let
his wife travel with him.
Useless bunch of meatheads and I planned to sue them all once Josh recovered.
People were still standing around, horrified and in disbelief at what had just happened, just as I was.
Everything happened so fast and in split seconds. A minute before, I was giggling behind me at how
meticulous he was with his skiing.
I was laughing, but when I turned around to look behind me, I heard a commotion and saw him flying
through the air with his skiboard dislodged.
I tried relaxing by closing my eyes and breathing deeply. I couldn’t panic; Josh needed me to be strong,
I needed to make calls and track the chopper, but I had no idea which hospital they had taken him to.
The paramedics were so intent on chasing me out that they didn’t bother informing me where they were
taking him, and I didn’t ask. I forgot to ask because I was in total confusion and everything was
happening so fast.
I dashed over to the guards and inquired about the helicopter’s whereabouts, but they had no idea.
They were attempting to contact the pilot but were unsure who he was. The chopper was private
property and belonged to a wealthy skier who was only passing through at the time of the accident and
offered to take Josh.
Josh was lucky, they said, he would have died by the time the resort helicopter arrived at the scene. At
least there was some good part about what transpired, and I could only be thankful that the stranger
was kind enough.
But they were irritating me by the fact that they had no idea which hospital Josh was taken to.
I screamed at them to stop talking because what they were saying was illogical. I had no way of
knowing which hospital he had been admitted to. My head was pounding as tears streamed down my
cheeks like rain on a stormy day.
My head felt like it was being whacked with a metal rod. They tried every hospital in the area, but none
of them had a skiing accident victim. I felt like grabbing and punching someone because my head hurt.
There was no way a helicopter carrying a patient and passengers could just vanish into thin air, leaving
no trace. The worst day of my life just became a nightmare. I kept inquiring, but no one was able to
contact the helicopter.
My hair was a mess, my eyes were swollen, and I was shaking. The only thing that made sense was a
crash. The only explanation for why no hospital within a reasonable distance had any information about
them was that the helicopter had crashed.
I knelt, perplexed, and blame began to devour me. It was all my fault because I insisted on spending
our honeymoon in Canada, which turned out to be the worst nightmare. Despite the fact that I was well
aware that he disliked the cold, I insisted since I was always selfish and wanted my way.
Everything would not be occurring or would have been avoided if I had been a little more compromising
as he had always been.
The resort’s administrator approached me and took me to one of the resort facilities. It was a small well
kept brown room. The color only made me shrug, it was so unpleasant to look at. He offered me a seat,
but I was not in the mood.
Instead of looking for my husband, they were all busy making ridiculous apologies, wasting time that
they could have spent looking for him. The town’s sheriff also came into the room and collected my
statement; they were equally taken aback by my recount of events but vowed to locate my husband.
I simply stepped away without saying anything, trying to reach for my phone as I walked away; I
needed to call Victor. My hands were trembling as I remembered how bad I had been with Josh in
recent days, constantly shoving him against the wall and bringing up silly Thalia.
I guess it was my insecurity, and I was putting him to the test. I always suspected there was a part of
him that liked her, but he pushed it back because he was on a mission to destroy her. Or maybe I was
being punished for all the wrongs I had done.
But then it hit me: I’d wrecked all those hours and days when we were supposed to be building our new
life. My tears nearly drowned the phone as I stared at it motionless. I wiped it down rapidly, looking for
Victor’s line.
My hands were so shaky, I was on the verge of letting go of the phone when I quickly held on. On
second thought, I took the chair that had been provided to me previously and unzipped my suit; the
room was getting too hot.
After minutes of searching, I found Victor’s line with difficulty, but it went on ringing without response, I
attempted calling him for the eleventh time without success. The m*ron was most likely at a party,
banging girls who were young enough to be his daughters.
I cursed him and left him numerous messages. His son was probably drying and needed him but he
was nowhere to be found. He was the only person who could find out what had happened to the
helicopter swiftly.
I began panicking again, every minute that was passing by could not be recovered. And when they
provided a glass of water, I hurled the entire glass cup in the cop’s face. They were supposed to be
looking for my husband instead of babysitting me.
I inquired as to whether there was any new information, but he merely looked down in shame. “Get out
of my face!” I screamed at him and averted my gaze. Canada’s police force was sluggish and inept.
When my phone rang, it was Victor, and I took the call, my heart slowed and calmed down a little. To
my annoyance, he began asking for details, which irritated me even more.
“Just get your f**king self here!” I became enraged and yelled at him.
“If I have to send my people on the ground, I need details,” he said, but he became upset, so I offered a
summary of what I remembered.
“But why didn’t you insist on accompanying him,” he asked, further enraging me even more.
“Just bring your obnoxious a**hole here! Do you seriously believe I just sat there while they took my
husband?” I yelled at the top of my lungs and switched the phone off drawing everyone’s attention in
the room and outside.
I took a deep breath and turned around to see that everyone was staring at me. Some looked at me as
if I were insane, while others felt sorry for me. I’d never felt so vulnerable and lost in my entire life.
I had barely been married for a week but everything seemed to be coming apart in front of my eyes.
“What are you all looking at!” I yelled at them. “Stop looking at me with your ugly faces!”
“Mrs. Nelson, please calm down?” the sheriff ordered.
“If you do not find my husband in the next thirty minutes I will sue this dumb resort and the entire police
department!” I yelled at him.