Ch. 376..380: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 376-380
Chapter 376
Chloe finally realized that Vernon truly didn't want to do it. She was embarrassed because she was the one who had a dirty mind.
She got up from the sofa and nodded, "Okay then… um… don't forget to sleep soon. It's already past midnight, it's not good for your body to stay up all night."
"Mm, don't worry, good night, Chloe," Vernon said while turning his head away from Chloe.
"Goodnight…"
Chloe rushed to the kitchen and went downstairs. She went to her room and slammed the door as she tried to endure the embarrassment.
She leaned on the door and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh my god, Chloe, why are you acting like a whore?!" Chloe scolded herself as she realized she was so coquettish in front of Vernon.
"You should've known your place. He just wants to play with your body and that's it. Why are you asking for more?" Chloe continued blaming herself.
But the more she blamed herself, the more she realized one thing…
"I… I actually want to have sex…."
The realization hit her hard because she had never felt this for so long. The last time she wanted to have sex was in high school when she did it for the first time with Vincent, her first love.
She didn't feel good when doing it with Vincent, but she was so in love with him when they were in high school.
So she did it out of love.
But after that, she had simply lost her eagerness to have sex. In fact, she never took the initiative to ask Vincent for it. So, whenever they had sex, it was simply because she had to heed his request, or she would get humiliated or even abused by him.
But with Vernon, his touch and tease made her want to do more. She even dared to take the initiative!
"Damn, what has gotten into you, Chloe? Why are you acting like this?" Chloe continued her round of self-blame. "What if Vernon secretly despises you for being too aggressive? You're the one who said that you did everything because of desperation."
"Sure as hell this isn't desperation, right? Ugh!"
…
Chloe finally went to the bathroom after a while. She took off her pajamas and checked on the damp pants.
"Ugh, I can't believe I squirted so much. What's wrong with my body?" Chloe wondered.
But there was no answer to this. The only logical answer she could come up with was that Vernon had a mysteriously powerful touch that could make her body react against her will.
"Especially with how he played with my…."
Chloe shook her head and decided to take another warm bath to dispel the pervertedness of her head.
**
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"Fuck…" Vernon cursed as he kept on tapping his feet on the carpet. Half an hour had passed since Chloe left him alone, and his erection was yet to go down.
His cock was still furry and erect, and it started to get hurt as Vernon continued to ignore it.
"No, I won't fucking rub you. Why are you always so hard when she is around anyway?" Vernon scolded his erect cock and refused to go limp.
"Ugh, this is because she looks so seductive…." Vernon grumbled. He didn't know if Chloe was trying to seduce him, but it was damn effective nonetheless!
The image of Chloe closing her thighs tightly, hiding the treasure that had been wet after being played by Vernon, lowering her head while her face was reddish as if she had a fever, and then fidgeting uncomfortably while saying;
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"Y—You sure you don't want more?"
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"The fuck you mean if I don't want more? Of course I want much more, I want a blow job, tit job, hand job, and all other jobs, damn it!" Vernon yelled out of frustration.
No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get that image out of his head, and now his cock wouldn't rest until he did something to it.
"Ugh, why do I have to suffer through this? Why did I play with her in the first place? You're fucking dumb, Vernon!" Vernon blamed himself for something he had started but couldn't finish.
Thus, out of frustration, he took off his brief, and his rock-hard cock sprung up like a menacing tower.
He didn't like to masturbate too much. It was torturous for someone who was used to having real sex with plenty of women before he reunited with his beloved woman.
He didn't blame Chloe for it because he knew she was still trying to recover from the abuse she had experienced. Something like sex was better to be done when she was ready for it.
Vernon stared at his rock-hard cock leaking precum from the tip, "Especially when she's going to accommodate this size. I don't want to hurt her…."
Vernon sighed and grabbed his dick with one hand. He stroked it up and down while resting his back on the sofa.
"Ugh… Chloe…" Vernon continued stroking his dick while he kissed his free hand, which he used to play with Chloe's pussy lips and clit.
"I should've drunk her pussy juice straight from the source, why am I wasting it all? What an idiot!"
Vernon sucked his finger while his other hand was busy stroking his cock. The moment he sucked his finger, his mind instantly traveled back to when Chloe was being played by him.
Her peachy cheek gradually got redder as he fiddled with her clit.
Her eyes glistened with tears, staring at him as if she was pleading with him to do something more to her body.
The way she moaned sweetly was like music to his ears. Everything about her was so fascinating Vernon couldn't even comprehend how much he wanted her now.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
"Nghh… Chloe…" Vernon's cock started to leak precum from his horse's eye as his fantasy got even naughtier.
In his fantasy, Chloe was already stripping herself naked, allowing Vernon to do anything he wanted with her body.
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In his fantasy, Chloe was already stripping herself naked, allowing Vernon to do anything he wanted with her body.
'You should do more than just stare,' Chloe in his imagination said. She walked closer to the young man, still jacking his hard dick, and whispered. 'Do more. I like when you take the initiative.'
"Ugh! You better not regret this later! Fuck!"
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!
Vernon stroked his rock-hard dick faster than before. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock smeared around his shaft, making it easier for him to stroke faster and faster until beads of sweat appeared on his temples.
"Urgh! Ah! Argh!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Vernon shot the thick white cum from his horse's eye towards the ceiling. He lost count of how many times he shot because it had been a while since he released his cum.
Usually, before he met Chloe, he would have sex with a woman at least twice a week, even during his busiest time. Because it was his way to de-stress.
But after he was with Chloe, the way to de-stress for him was by eating her homemade cooking, and simply staring at her was enough to make him feel at ease.
But the balls full of semen still needed a way to be released! Just because he found another way to de-stress didn't mean he was completely devoid of lust!
"Should I stuff her with more food?" Vernon wondered. "She's getting better now. She doesn't look as thin as before, and her cheeks aren't so sunken anymore."
"But she still needs to put some weight around her body…."
Vernon realized that he was being impatient because he wanted to have sex with Chloe. He couldn't even fathom how he could get so hard whenever Chloe showed a bit of shyness around him, even if she didn't mean to seduce him.
"Well, that's her fault for being too beautiful," Vernon tried to shift the blame so he wouldn't be called a pervert.
"W—What's so wrong about wanting to have sex with the woman I love anyway? That's natural! That's what all men do!"
Vernon knew he was arguing with nobody, but he was still trying to defend himself against this feeling of guilt and shame in his heart.
"Let's just focus on getting her better, so she will be healthy first, then the sex… we can discuss that later…."
Vernon calmed down after he jacked off and ejaculated. It was an amazing jack-off session, but what came next was something he absolutely despised.
Vernon looked around and complained, "Damn, why did I shoot so much?"
Vernon pulled a few sheets of tissue and wiped his cum that splattered all around the sofa and the table. He also checked the carpet, just in case.
After ensuring everything was clean, he wiped his sweaty forehead. He paused when he felt something other than sweat sticking to his forehead.
He checked the back of his hand and cursed when he saw a stain of his thick cum, "SHIT! HOW DID IT LAND ON MY FACE?!"
**
Chelsea woke up a few hours after she fainted.
Her gaze was blurry, and she had a painful headache. But not as painful as the stinging sensation on her cheeks.
"Ugh…" She grimaced as the throbbing on her cheeks got even more painful as she gradually regained consciousness.
She remembered what had just happened, the stalker, the attack, the knife, and how that knife pierced through her skin.
She fainted soon after, unable to endure the psychological and physical shock.
And when she woke up, she was already stuffed inside her car, with a bandage wrapping around half of her face.
It took her a moment to realize that her face must've been ruined. But she didn't dare to look at the car mirror because she would probably freak out and faint again.
Thus, she called 911 and told them everything. The dispatcher sent an ambulance and a cop to check on her. She was taken to the hospital emergency room to be treated.
Chelsea felt everything was surreal in her head. The nurses gasped when they saw the wound on her cheeks, and Chelsea cried silently.
She was anesthetized, and as she was on a high dose of anesthesia, the nurses and doctor did their best to treat her horrible wound.
"Doctor, this is…."
"There is nothing we can do," the doctor said while trying to stitch the wound. It was too horrible to look at. Even a professional doctor like him couldn't help but frown from time to time.
"The wound was so wide, it's impossible to completely stitch them close," the doctor added. "We just need to stop the bleeding."
"But what about the scar?" the nurse asked. She couldn't imagine how pitiful life would be for this woman. Her face was ruined, and unless she underwent intensive plastic surgery, she wouldn't be able to live normally.
Because she would have permanently hideous scar on her cheeks.
"That's up to her, just hope that she's a rich lady, so she can get a surgery later."
**
Chelsea woke up when she felt the sun from the window shone on her face. She frowned before opening her eyes slowly.
It took a while until her eyesight cleared up, and the first thing she saw was… hospital ceiling.
She was obviously in a private hospital room right now. She looked to her right and left and found nobody around her.
"Where are they?" Chelsea asked, referring to her family. "Why didn't the cops contact my family?"
She could understand if her children weren't here because they still had to go to school. The cops might also try to hide the news because they didn't want the kids to get hysterical.
But…
"Where are my mom and husband?" Chelsea asked.
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The nurse came with a food cart for Chelsea. She was quite surprised when she saw the patient had already woken up after a long, intensive surgery to stitch the deep wounds on her cheeks.
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"You should sleep a little more, Mrs. Carlson," the nurse said while she stopped the food cart near the bed. "Also, please don't move too much, the bandage on your face might accidentally slip in your mouth, it'd be difficult for you to eat."
She served the food on the table beside the bed and murmured, "You went through so much last night. It must've been hard."
"Nurse, where's my family?" Chelsea asked.
The nurse paused for a moment, and Chelsea could see a trace of pity in her eyes.
"Did none of you inform them about the attack I got last night?"
"The cops already informed your husband, Ma'am," the young nurse replied. "But he didn't pick up the phone."
"How about my mother?"
"Your mother picked up the phone and panicked when she heard the news. But she can't leave the house because she said she was not feeling well, so she just told us to do whatever we can to save you…."
The nurse's heart was writhing in pain as she sympathized with this poor woman. She didn't know what had happened to her, because she was still shocked when the cops found her.
But the scar was so hideous and deliberate it must be some form of planned hate attack.
"We called your mother and husband again. Your husband is still not picking up, but your mother said that she can't come because she's tired."
"Tired? That's all?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the nurse replied.
…
Chelsea should've realized that her mother wouldn't have any pity for her. She wasn't the type of loving mother to her and Chloe.
She took Chloe's side more than hers because Chloe was dating Vincent back then, and she was even happier when they married, thinking she didn't need to work anymore.
So she did. She lived off with Vincent's money and was very happy about it… until Chloe left Vincent, of course.
'I should have expected as much…' Chelsea thought. She had nobody to rely on other than herself. She had a deadbeat husband who did nothing but ask for more money and a heartless mother who didn't care about her until the monthly payday.
She still didn't dare to check on her face because she knew she would probably leave heartbroken.
There were many things weighing her mind and heart right now, but she still had something more important to take care of.
"Nurse, about the payment… how much do I need to pay after I get discharged?" Chelsea asked.
She had no healthcare insurance because she had her house bill to pay. She thought she wouldn't need to be hospitalized since she had never had any serious illness.
But now she wanted to curse at herself for not having any insurance because this hospital bill would definitely ruin her financially.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Mrs. Carlson," the nurse smiled. This time, she looked happy because at least this poor woman didn't need to worry about the hospital bill. "Someone already took care of it."
Chelsea frowned, "Someone? Who?"
"Mr. Vincent Gray!" the young nurse replied. Her face got brighter as she mentioned that dreamy man. "Ma'am, I didn't know that you're related to Mr. Vincent Gray. Are you his relative or some sort?"
Chelsea's eyes widened.
Out of all people, Vincent Gray was the one who helped her when she was at her lowest.
"D—Did he come to check on me?" Chelsea asked nervously. She was both happy and scared at the same time. After all, her face was ruined, and she didn't want Vincent to look at her hideous face.
"Oh not yet, Ma'am. But he called the hospital in the morning. He asked us about your condition, and told us to give you the best treatment and also the best room we have so you will be considered as a VIP patient. He already paid everything upfront, you don't need to worry about the bill."
The nurse marveled about Vincent Gray. That billionaire was still the most popular in the country. Every woman wanted to marry him. Even though he already said plenty of times that he had a wife and a child, he never published them for privacy reasons.
"You're so lucky, Ma'am," the nurse said with a joyful smile. "He asked us about your room, and said that he will come in the afternoon."
The nurse winked at Chelsea, still stunned by the information, and said, "Ma'am, I can't pry about your personal life. But if you happen to be related to Mr. Vincent Gray, could you get me an autograph or a picture? He's just so kind, handsome, and ugh… perfect!"
The nurse was also quite relieved with this news. Since she thought that Chelsea and Vincent were related somehow, it wouldn't be hard for her to get plastic surgery to fix her hideous scar later.
The nurse arranged the food on a small table on the bed and propped Chelsea's bed up until she could sit and have her lunch.
"Do you need me to feed you, Ma'am?" the nurse offered.
"I can do it myself," Chelsea replied.
"Okay, please eat slowly so the bandage won't get messy. You can press the green button if you need me for anything," the nurse pointed at the green button on the hospital bed before she left.
Chelsea was left alone once more, but she didn't feel sad this time.
In fact, she felt so happy after getting the news that Vincent was the one who took care of her.
"He paid my hospital bill upfront, gave me the best treatment here, and said that he will visit me…."
Chelsea always thought that Vincent didn't care about her. All in his mind was just Chloe. He helped her family because of Chloe.
Chloe. Chloe, and Chloe.
Everything he did was because he was in love with Chloe.
But this time…
"There's no way he did this because of Chloe. She already left, Vincent doesn't need to do so much for me, right?"
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"Unless…"
Chelsea went silent for a while, but her cheeks gradually reddened until her whole face felt hot, and the wound that had just got stitched started itching.
She didn't want to hope for too much, but there was obviously no reason for Vincent to do so much for her when Chloe wasn't around.
"M—Maybe he's starting to move on from Chloe?" Chelsea guessed. "After all, a man wouldn't be in love with one woman for his life, right? Especially a cheap bitch like Chloe. Maybe he is now searching for a woman that would mend his broken heart?"
The more Chelsea imagined her life with Vincent, the happier she had as if all the pain she experienced right now had been washed away instantly.
"Well, let's see if he really comes to check on me soon. Gosh, I can't wait!"
**
Chelsea ate her lunch and then checked her phone to see if anyone had called her.
However, just like what she expected, there was no text on her phone. Not from her mother and not from her deadbeat husband.
As if she could just disappear and her family wouldn't even care about her.
"So much for a family, huh?" Chelsea chuckled mirthlessly. She found it funny that she had to work so hard to be the breadwinner for those two useless people, and they didn't even give a shit about her.
"Why do I need to get stuck in this horrible life while Chloe can have all the fun in the world? She doesn't need to work, and she has such a perfect man in her life like Vincent."
"Now she ran away from Vincent, but she must've been staying with another millionaire. How-fucking-lucky!"
Chelsea already hated Chloe for marrying such a perfect man, unlike her, who married a useless bastard.
But she got even angrier when she heard that Chloe had run away from Vincent for no reason!
She asked Vincent before, asking if they had a fight or something…
But with his grieving face, Vincent told her everything was fine.
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"I think she left because I can't give her enough time as my wife. I'm way too busy with work…." Vincent replied to the question. The perfect man looked fragile and pitiful in front of Chelsea and Judith. "I should've known that she wants more time alone. But there were just too many projects I can't abandon…."
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Thus, after getting that answer, Chelsea concluded that Chloe was simply an ungrateful bitch who didn't know what a good man Vincent truly was.
Chelsea spent her entire noon cursing at Chloe until dusk, when she heard a knock on the door, and the door was opened.
She gasped when she saw the handsome figure of Vincent Gray standing at the door. He wore a tidy brown suit, and his hair was combed nicely.
He was dashing as always, but the tiredness on his face was too obvious. So Chelsea could tell that Vincent had just finished his day at work.
Vincent smiled at Chelsea, who was bandaged for half of her face. He walked in and stood right beside the bed. His eyes kept staring at Chelsea, who was trying her best to curb her excitement.
"Good evening," Vincent greeted with his gentle voice. "Sorry it took me a while to visit. There are too many meetings today."
"I—It's okay," Chelsea changed her tone to sound sweeter. "I'm so happy that you come to visit."
"Also, I heard from the nurse that you're the one who paid for all of my hospital bills, so… thank you…."
"Oh, that's fine, I got the call from your mother. She heard that you got attacked and was having surgery in the hospital. So she asked me to pay for you," Vincent said lightly.
"Y—You don't need to do that, you know. I have savings…." Chelsea replied.
Though, it was a lie. Chelsea did have a small savings, but it wouldn't be enough to cover the hospital bill.
Heck, it might not even be enough to cover half of it.
"I insist on paying for it for you," Vincent smiled and sighed. "Rather than talking about money, you should focus more on your health. I don't know what happened to you, but you must've been traumatized."
Chelsea nodded weakly, "I don't know who attacked me either, but it must've been planned. Because he doesn't do anything other than slashing my cheeks…."
"I see. Would you mind telling me more about the attack? I might be able to help," Vincent grabbed a chair and sat beside Chelsea's bed. He observed Chelsea, waiting for her to continue with the story.
He looked like a man who was genuinely concerned, and Chelsea felt that the pain she experienced might've been worth it at this point.
"Well, I was attacked in the parking lot at midnight. I was all alone, and the light was dim around the area. I didn't get to see the attacker's face because he was fully covered from head to toe except the eyes."
"He slashed my cheeks with a knife, making a deep cut. I fainted at that point, and when I woke up, I was already stuffed inside my car, and half of my face was bandaged…." Chelsea pointed at her face. "Just like this one, but the bandage was very messy…."
"Sounds like a planned attack indeed," Vincent nodded in agreement. He seemed to be in deep thought for a second and then asked again, "Are you sure that attacker said nothing? Maybe he said something that can give us a clue."
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Chelsea went silent for a moment. She started hesitating because the attacker whispered a name in her ears before she cut her cheek.
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"Your husband sends his regards."
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However, Chelsea was unsure if her husband would do something like this to her.
No matter how bad their relationships were, her husband depended on her regarding money. It would be illogical for him to attack her for no reason whatsoever.
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'I don't believe that Tommy would attack me. I know he's a useless man, but why would he bite the hand that feeds him?'
Chelsea guessed that someone else was targeting her and her family, and this person started by attacking her first.
'And that person is trying to create a rift between me and Tommy…' Chelsea thought it was ironic. 'Seriously, they don't need to create a fight between Tommy and I. We're already fighting every single day.'
"So?" Vincent broke the silence after waiting for Chelsea. He was getting impatient, but he still had to keep his gentle and amiable persona. "Did the attacker say something?"
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"Nothing," Chelsea lied. "He just attacked me and left…."
"… Alright then, that's too bad," Vincent sighed. "I thought I could help you a bit, maybe I could catch that attacker and force him to confess."
Chelsea was impressed by how domineering yet gentle Vincent sounded just now. He was like a dreamy man who would give her the world.
The type of man who would treasure her without question, a man she had been waiting for her entire life.
"Y—You don't need to help me with that…." Chelsea said. Her voice got sweeter and sweeter each second, to the point that she sounded nothing like herself anymore.
She was just too enamored with how the marvelous Vincent Gray, the man everyone wanted, said everything that would make her melt.
"I'm already grateful that you're here to visit me," Chelsea added. "If… if you can visit me often, I'd be grateful."
Vincent smiled but shook his head reluctantly, "I can't do that. I have too much work to do. It's also the reason why Chloe left me, remember?"
"That bitch should be ashamed to leave you!" Chelsea instantly switched her mood when her little sister's name was mentioned. "You don't need to think about that bitch anymore, Vincent. I'm sure that she is getting fucked by random dirty old man. That's her true worth!"
Vincent's face froze for a second. He silently clenched his fist under the hospital bed, ensuring Chelsea didn't notice it.
Vincent forced an awkward smile and replied, "I just hope she is all alright when she's not with me. I don't know what that bastard did to my wife…."
Chelsea noticed the anger in Vincent's eyes, even though he was trying to hide it.
She thought he was angry at Chloe and the bastard who kept her as a mistress. So she added fuel to the fire, "Hmph! Even if that man did something horrible to Chloe, shouldn't you be thankful for it? I can't believe that you're still thinking about her, Vincent. You deserve better than Chloe!"
Vincent felt that his rage was at its peak. He was so close to raising his hand and slapping this bitch for talking shit about his wife.
But he had to hold himself because he believed that Chelsea would benefit him in the future.
So he got up and turned around, "I don't have much time to visit you, Chelsea. I hope you can recover soon."
Chelsea saw that Vincent was about to walk away, and she desperately caught the hem of his suit, "V—Vincent, I dont have anyone by my side right now. My mom and husband refused to come and check on me. If you don't mind… could you stay here for a while?"
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"I'm sorry, Chelsea. I really don't have time."
"Well, could you at least come to visit me tomorrow?" Chelsea kept on insisting. She tightened her grab on his suit, crumpling the suit in the process.
She thought Vincent was making a sad face and truly wanted to accompany her, but could not because he had work.
"I can't, but I will visit you again once the bandage around your face has been taken off."
Chelsea's eyes widened, and her hand trembled as she realized that Vincent would eventually see the ugly scar on her face.
He would be disgusted with her and would never visit her anymore.
"P—Please don't come after I take the bandage off. It will look so ugly," Chelsea begged. "The scar is so hideous, you will be disgusted!"
"I won't," Vincent replied. "Chloe went through different stuff when she was still with me. She became so fat, and then so thin, and I still love her as my wife."
"So don't worry, even a hideous scar won't affect your beauty," Vincent looked over his shoulder and tried his best to sound gentle, even though he couldn't wait to strangle this bitch. "I'm not a judgemental person, beautiful heart is all I want."
"I—" Chelsea slowly released her grip on the back of Vincent's suit. She was stunned by Vincent's words.
Who would've expected that such a perfect man actually existed? He was rich, handsome, attentive, royal, and would love you for the way you look. He was every woman's dream bachelor!
Chelsea was swept away by his charm. She blushed harder than before and lowered her head like a shy, meek woman, "Okay then, I will tell you once I've taken off my bandages. Please come and see me later, okay?"
"Sure I will. Don't worry, you're beautiful no matter how you look, Chelsea."
"Y—You're too much, Vincent. You're such a sweet talker…."
"Hahah, I guess I am," Vincent chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I've sent you some money into your bank account. You will be in financial trouble as you're still recovering from this."
Again, another pleasant surprise from Mr. Vincent Gray, Chelsea was speechless.
This person was beyond perfect, a man that shouldn't have been cheated on by her bitch sister!
"Thank you so much, Vincent! I don't know how I can pay you back!"
"You don't need to. It's within my interest," Vincent finally walked away from her and left the hospital room.
Chelsea was all alone again, but she wasn't scared or sad.
Because...
"Who needs a useless husband and mother when I have a perfect man by my side?"