Ch. 421..425: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 421-425
Chapter 421
Chloe blamed Vernon for being so frivolous, teasing and flirting with her as if she was a free woman he could marry tomorrow.
But at the same time, she also had herself to blame because instead of refusing his advance, she also started playing with fire. She enjoyed his touch, his care, and how he looked at her.
Maybe because she was so love-deprived, she truly enjoyed everything she did with Vernon. Even the smallest thing, such as spending time together, was so enjoyable she couldn't help but crave more.
"And the half-sex too," Chloe added. "We haven't done full blown sex yet. But all those make-out sessions were so fun. I can't believe I'm not even guarded anymore. He could've asked me to have sex, and I would say…."
Chloe bit her lower lip, not wanting to continue because the answer was so obvious.
She would say yes.
She dreaded all the time she was forced to have sex with Vincent. She was scared and felt unworthy.
But when she was with Vernon, all her pain and worry slowly disappeared, leaving nothing but the sweet feeling of bliss and the craving of wanting to be touched more.
Chloe gasped as she had just realized something, "Oh no, not only has he made me feel like a teen girl in love, he also makes me feel like a whore wanting more."
Chloe panicked as she always believed herself to be a modest woman who wouldn't crave something depraved like sex. She also thought that sex was something done by teenagers, young adults, and newly married couples.
Who would've thought that a thirty-something woman like her also had a craving for sex when she was comfortable with a man? Too comfortable, perhaps.
Nevertheless, all these feelings were new to her. It overwhelmed her to the point that her face got very hot.
She quickly pulled another pillow and covered her face with it. She muffled her excited scream to calm down.
After she calmed down a bit, she turned to the left, where she kept repeating Vernon's words in her head, and one word that stuck with her the most was…
Marry.
Both Chloe and Vernon knew that their bodies spoke with love, but it was taboo for them to spout out that word and all things related to it.
She enjoyed Vernon's company and wished they could stay like this forever. But, of course, things couldn't stay ambiguous forever.
Many wanted to tie the knot, make the relationship official, and claim ownership of each other. It seemed Vernon was that kind of man, much to her surprise.
"I really thought he's the kind of man who doesn't want to be tied in a relationship," Chloe thought. "Now he's the one bringing up marriage. This feels… weird."
Regarding marriage, Chloe had two emotions mixed in her mind: nervousness and fear.
There was also a trace of anticipation in her heart.
She was actually excited about the notion of marrying someone else other than Vincent. Her marriage with Vincent was painful for the past ten years, and she wished to get out of it and find someone else.
But she was also nervous and scared for the same reason.
Her marriage with Vincent caused her suffering. What would happen if she had a second marriage and ended the same?
Chloe believed that Vernon was not like his Big brother. He was different… but there was always that small doubt in her heart. Because blood was thicker than water, Vernon must've inherited some of the Gray men's traits, including the bad ones.
…
"Alright, time to drop this for now. Let's just focus on supporting Vernon in his endeavor first," Chloe told herself.
Thus, amidst the complicated feeling in her heart, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
**
Vincent sat in his bed and took a deep breath after going through such an exciting day full of surprises.
He stared at the TV, played a random show, and then touched the wound on his temple that had been treated in the hospital before he went home.
He chuckled as he found his wound to be minuscule compared to the release he had today.
"I've never seen her that furious, trying her best to defend herself and the identity of her new man," Vincent commented. "I'm so angry at what she did, but at the same time…."
Vincent lowered his gaze and stopped on his crotch, where he noticed the bulge. He licked his lower lip and muttered, "It's so exciting. It's so fun to see her being so willful."
"I shouldn't have bullied her too much once she returned home. I will make sure she still has a bit of hope of fighting back, so she can at least struggle a bit."
Vincent took out his phone and opened the new file that had been transferred. It was the recording of his fight with Chloe.
He could pick many angles, and he chose to use the one that showed Chloe's face the most.
She looked desperate and scared, with her face getting paler than usual. Her lips trembled, but she stood her ground as she faced the terrifying Vincent.
Her face had been bruised left and right, and her hands were swollen as she tried to shield another punch from him.
Vincent grinned as he reached inside his pants. He started beating his meat as he watched the video of their fights.
"This shit's much more fun than just seeing her fainting over and over, that got old real fast. I wouldn't find other women outside if she did this from the very start, she should've known that a man needs excitement in his life!" Vincent commented. "Never knew that my wife could put up a fight. That's new."
While Vincent was enjoying himself, his phone suddenly rang, and his mood was instantly ruined when he saw the caller's id.
He clicked his tongue and picked it up;
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"Damn you, Old hag! What are you doing calling me late at night?!"
Chapter 422
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"Damn you, Old hag! What are you doing calling me late at night?!" Vincent cursed as he had to answer Secretary Maria's call while he was enjoying himself watching Chloe. "This better be an important stuff or I'm not going to be kind tomorrow."
Secretary Maria wasn't surprised by Mr. Gray's threats and curses. She was used to it since the day she worked with Vaughn Gray. In fact, she felt that Vincent was basically a toned-down version of his late father because he took too much time caring about this one useless bitch called Chloe.
"I'm going to inform you about Chelsea Carlson's condition, Sir. You said that you want me to keep watching over that woman and her condition," Secretary Maria replied.
"Oh— Yeah, tell me then," Vincent toned down his anger after knowing it was about Chelsea.
Secretary Maria felt something wasn't right but decided to inform her boss before stating her concern.
"The doctor said that they will take off Chelsea's bandage around her face tomorrow. So if you want to visit— for whatever reason, please come in the morning."
"I see," Vincent hummed for a moment. "Push my morning meeting to the afternoon, I will visit that woman tomorrow morning."
…
"Sir, may I know why you care so much for this woman?" Secretary Maria asked. "Although it pains me to say this, she's not even as pretty as your current wife. She's obviously a downgrade, is this a new fetish you developed by going for Chloe's sister too, Sir?"
"What the—?! That's fucking gross!" Vincent protested. "What gives you that idea?"
"Because you keep paying close attention to her, and even went as far as paying for her medical bill and sending money to her bank account as well," Secretary Maria said. "You're doing more than what her husband does to her, so it is safe for me to assume that you have an interest in her, Sir."
"Oh, that I do— I do have an interest in her, but not in a romantic way, that's disgusting," Vincent said. "I want to use her as bait so I can see Chloe again. I know she must be hiding somewhere right now, and her family is a good bait."
Secretary Maria let out a relieved sigh. She thought her boss had gone insane and gone for the worse sister.
Chelsea was not as beautiful as Chloe and seemed to be a trashy woman who would ruin the Gray family's reputation once she married Vincent.
Fortunately, Vincent just wanted to use her as bait.
"Understood, Sir. I will push your morning schedule, good night."
Beep.
—
Vincent tossed his phone on the bed after the call ended. He had lost his mood to jack off tonight because he remembered about Chelsea.
His dick went flaccid instantly when he imagined that scar added to her ugly face. It made him wonder if he could pretend like he cared tomorrow morning.
"Well, she is my ticket to find Chloe again. I bet she is not going to show up anytime soon, not even with Mackie."
Of course, Vincent could always use the crude method to find Chloe again, but it was all part of the game because his pride didn't allow him to do that.
"I have plenty of ways to make her return anyway. Playing her like this sure spices up our married life."
**
Chelsea sat on the hospital bed, surrounded by her family— except her husband, who was nowhere to be found.
He was uncontactable a few days before Chelsea got attacked. But he was definitely alive because Judith said that Tommy had come to the house three days ago, taken the money from Chelsea's safe, and then left without saying a word.
Chelsea should be devastated, knowing that her husband didn't give a shit about her and was probably going to abandon her soon.
But she wasn't all that sad because there was another man who was a hundred times better than Tommy could ever be.
This man was so perfect. Chelsea believed he came to her as compensation for all the suffering she experienced in life and all the good deeds she had done by taking care of her children.
'I will still report Tommy to Vincent if he asks later, though,' Chelsea thought. At first, she didn't believe it when her attacker said that Tommy sent his regards, painting that bastard as the one attacking her.
But now that he was absent and refused to even come and visit his hospitalized wife, Chelsea's suspicion started to grow.
'What if he attacked me because he already has another woman outside?' Chelsea guessed. It didn't make sense to ruin her face instead of killing her with the attack. 'Besides, I won't get anything if we get divorced. His bank account is literally in minus!'
Amidst her thoughts, the door was opened, and a tall man stood at the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Good morning, I hope I'm not late," he said.
He smiled warmly as he entered the hospital room, and Chelsea's kids looked up to the handsome man in his mid-thirty, "Why are you here, Uncle Vincent?"
Vincent gave the flower to Judith, who was surprised by her son-in-law's sudden arrival, and then looked down, "I'm here to check on your Mom."
"Really? I thought Uncle would only visit when Aunt Chloe is around," Aaron— the oldest of Chelsea's sons, muttered.
Vincent's expression stiffened for a moment, and Chelsea noticed it.
"AARON! SHUT UP!" Chelsea shouted at her first son until all her kids jolted out of right. They looked at their mother simultaneously and got terrified because Chelsea looked so angry at them for no reason.
Chelsea's gaze softened towards Vincent, and she said, "Don't mind them. They're just kids, Vincent. And thank you for visiting, and the flowers too, they're so pretty."
"Haha, yeah…" Vincent smiled back at Chelsea. "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady. I'd give you flowers everyday if you want."
Chapter 423
"Aww, you're so sweet, thank you so much, Vincent," Chelsea opened her arms, waiting for Vincent to hug her in front of her children and mother.
It would be better if he would kiss her right here, right now, so she could show off that she was the better sister in front of her mother.
Vincent's expression stiffened again, and there was a trace of anger on his face in a split second before returning to normal. Vincent smiled and hugged Chelsea. He patted her back and whispered, "You're such a demanding woman. You really know your worth, huh?"
Chelsea giggled when Vincent whispered, and she whispered back, now with a coquettish tone, "Of course, I know my worth, Mr. Gray. Or else, how could I not see that you want me so bad?"
Vincent clenched his fist behind Chelsea's back. His face got reddish as he was holding back so much. He was trying hard not to snap this bitch's head just to stop her from spewing bullshit.
"We'll see about that," he said sarcastically, though he doubted this dense bitch could read his intention.
Vincent grabbed Chelsea's shoulder and pushed himself from her because this woman was trying to hug him for as long as she could, much to his disgust.
Chelsea saw Vincent's reddish face after they hugged, and her heart was now covered with roses.
'Oh, he's such a sweetheart. He must be embarrassed to kiss me in front of everyone. Look at him, blushing just after hugging me!'
Chelsea couldn't hide her giddiness. She was like a high school girl getting a visit from her boyfriend.
Vincent tried to dodge her hot gaze by shifting his attention to his mother-in-law.
"Morning, Judith. Sorry I have been so busy these days, I can't really visit your house anymore, besides… you know…"
"Oh, it's fine, Vincent," Judith said. "I know that memory of Chloe must've hurt you so much. I tried to call her many times so she would stop being an idiot and return to you, but she had already blocked my number…."
'Blocked? Huh, that's new,' Vincent was amused. 'Did that bastard influence her? Maybe he did, because the old Chloe would never dare to do something like that.'
Vincent was saddened and shook his head, "It's fine. I believe she will return to me if she wants. I'm also trying to move on. It's hard to live while thinking about her 24/7."
"Oh, please, don't think about her, Vincent. I'm here for you," Chelsea interrupted. Her hand slowly crawled until she could hold Vincent's hand.
Vincent yanked his hand immediately, glaring at Chelsea and shocking everyone in the room.
Then he quickly fixed his expression and sighed, "Sorry, I was just… thinking about her. Give me a moment outside."
Vincent walked out of the room with his eyes downcast. He closed the door carefully, leaving Chelsea, who was about to explode out of joy.
Chelsea darted her eyes at her mother, "Don't you see that, Mom? He's moving on from that bitch Chloe to me! He finally realizes that I'm so much better than Chloe would ever be."
"Are you sure?" Judith asked. She was concerned. "Vincent has been so in love with Chloe for more than ten years. I don't think he can move on in just seven months."
Chelsea's happy mood turned sour instantly, and she glared at her mother, "Why are you doubting me? Do you think I'm not good enough for him?"
"No, that's not what I mean," Judith denied, but her voice gradually lowered as she got scared by her daughter's terrifying glare. "I just think it won't be that easy for you to steal his heart."
Chelsea snorted, "Hmph, I'll prove to you that I can make him fall in love with me. You're just blind because you keep thinking about that bitch Chloe."
"And all of you—" Chelsea darted her eyes at her four sons, huddled together as they were terrified by their mother's eyes. "Don't you dare to say anything in front of Uncle Vincent, especially you, Aaron-" she mentioned her oldest son. "If you dare to talk shit in front of him again, I'll beat the shit out of you."
Aaron- who was only six years old, got terrified by his mother's threat. He got pale and started crying on the spot.
Not that Chelsea cared so much. They were all boys. They could take a beating or two.
The most important right now was to focus on Vincent. She didn't want anything obstructing her from crawling inside his heart.
**
The Doctor came about fifteen minutes later with a nurse who pushed a tray. He drew near Chelsea's bed and asked, "Ready to open your bandage, Mrs. Davis?"
Chelsea was annoyed that she was still identified as 'Chelsea Davis,' taking her husband's surname. She was itching to tell them she was now 'Chelsea Gray.'
But she decided to keep her silence and nodded.
The Doctor took a metal scissor and started by cutting the strings of bandages until enough for him to twirl the bandage around her head. Chelsea closed her eyes until the Doctor said, "Okay, it's done, Mrs. Davis."
Chelsea heard gasps from all of her family members. She clenched her fist as she knew the scar must be nasty for them to react that way.
'It's fine, it's fine Chelsea. It doesn't matter if everyone finds you gross. Vincent would still love you. He can love that ugly bitch for ten years, and he will definitely love you forever.'
Once Chelsea opened her eyes, all she saw were the terrified expressions that her mother and children had made.
"This might look… bad, Mrs. Davis. But luckily. It's just a scar that doesn't affect your ability to chew food. I can recommend a cosmetic reconstructive surgeon that can restore at least 80% of your original appearance."
"You're free to leave the hospital after this, Mrs. Davis. Please excuse us."
As the doctor left, Chelsea's eyes scanned through the expression of each of her family members, then she asked, "Is it that bad?"
Chapter 424
"Is it that bad?"
"It's-- not good," Judith wanted to lie and say it was not bad. She wanted to say that Chelsea still looked beautiful.
But that would be the biggest lie she ever spouted.
Because Chelsea looked horrendous. The scar stretched from ear to ear. It was so gory that she looked more like a monster from a horror movie.
She could not continue teaching in elementary school with that kind of face. It'd only terrify her students!
The children started crying when they saw their Mommy's new appearance. Her mouth looked so scary, added with her eyes that always glared at them. They were now living with a nightmarish creature.
Chelsea wasn't all that affected by their reactions. She didn't care as long as Vincent wasn't the one who was disgusted by her.
Besides, she could always ask Vincent to pay for her plastic surgery, so she could get this fixed and maybe enhance some of her features while she was at it.
"Sorry I'm late, I need some time-" Vincent stood at the doorway. He was stupefied when he saw a monster with an ugly scar on her cheeks staring at him with a pair of sweet eyes. "Chelsea?"
"Vincent, this is what happened to me. Do I look ugly?" Chelsea asked. Her eyes were pleading, but it only added to the horror Vincent witnessed.
Vincent wanted to say that Chelsea looked so horrendous. He didn't even want to look at her for more than five seconds.
Heck, even five seconds were already generous enough for him.
But he still had to put an act, so he clenched his fist and walked towards Chelsea.
He tried to fake a smile but couldn't. The more he stared at this ugly bitch, the more grossed out he became.
"Chelsea..." Vincent called her name gently. "You... you're still beautiful."
"Really?!" Chelsea became hopeful. She quickly snatched Vincent's arm and buried her face in his arm.
Vincent shivered from head to toe when Chelsea's scar rubbed against his skin. It was so gross that he thought he could vomit right now.
"Y--Yes, you're still beautiful. You don't need to change a thing and I... will still send flowers to you," Vincent said.
Chelsea looked up and smiled at Vincent with her creepy ear-to-ear scar, "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady?"
...
Vincent's eyes started glazing with tears. He bit his lower lip and forcefully separated Chelsea's arms from him.
"Vincent?" Chelsea frowned when she saw tears welling in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Vincent covered his mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm just--"
Vincent suddenly turned around and ran out of the room. Chelsea stared at the doorway for a while, waiting for her prince charming to return, but he didn't.
"What's wrong with him? Did I say something wrong?" Chelsea asked her mother.
"He-- he is probably shocked by your new appearance," Judith replied. It was obvious that Vincent was disgusted by Chelsea's scar.
"Huh, I guess so," Chelsea sighed. "I saw tears in his eyes. He must've been shocked and saddened seeing me like this. I bet he is trying to hold his anger towards the one who attacked me."
Judith was surprised by her daughter's delusion. How could she not see that Vincent was disgusted?
"Chelsea, maybe he is not--"
"What?" Chelsea interrupted, staring intently at her mother. She looked like a monster who would pounce at Judith for speaking the truth.
"No, nevermind."
"Good, I just don't want any of you to speak shit about me and Vincent. Just keep your mouth shut and see me marry him sooner or later."
**
Vincent rushed to the bathroom and vomited in the sink. He couldn't hold his disgust no matter how much he tried.
He was a lover of beauty. He loved how Chloe could be fat, thin, or suffer many of his beatings yet still look beautiful. It was fun to see a beauty enduring so much pain.
But Chelsea wasn't beautiful at all. She was average at best during her prime. Now that she got that hideous scar, it was difficult for him to act like everything was fine.
He rinsed his mouth a few times and rolled off his sleeve to wash his arm.
"Fuck, I should've wear a jacket or a suit at least. Feeling her scar rubbing on my skin is so gross!"
Vincent was contemplating whether he would give Chelsea the money to do some plastic surgery because there was no way he could be around her and act all nice to her with that kind of scar.
"Ugh, she better be worth it in the end. I've invested a lot of time and money for her. She better give me a good show," Vincent muttered. He washed his hand a few more times with soap before leaving the bathroom.
He couldn't return to Chelsea's hospital room. He was just too grossed out.
So he texted her instead;
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Vincent: I have a meeting soon. Sorry, I can't accompany you any longer. Don't worry about the hospital bill. I got it all covered. I also sent you some more money in your account. Get well soon, Chelsea.
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Ding.
Chelsea read the text from her prince charming, and she squealed so hard it surprised Judith.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Chelsea replied while her fingers were typing an answer for Vincent's text.
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Chelsea: Awww, it's alright. I know that you must be too shocked to see my condition. It's okay, and don't be too upset because of this, alright? You still need to work in your office.
Chelsea: Thank you for the money. I know that you won't leave me at my lowest. Hope you can visit me more often at my house, okay? Love you :kiss:
Chelsea: Wait, is that too fast? Hihi, sorry, I just got a little too excited here.
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Chelsea giggled as she sent all her texts. She imagined Vincent blushing when reading her texts, "Ah, my perfect reward."
Meanwhile, Vincent read all her texts and rushed to the bathroom to puke his guts out for the second time.
Chapter 425
Chloe sighed as she sat on the couch, watching random TV shows she had never watched before.
Honestly, she wasn't all that interested, mostly because she wasn't used to just sitting idly and doing nothing.
She was used to being busy with house chores, so busy that she had no time to relax. She would find something to do if all of her tasks were done.
Vernon wouldn't even allow her to cook because she needed rest.
Vernon made breakfast for them and even prepared his own suit. He told Chloe to just sit and watch TV or random youtube videos while he was away.
Chloe could only nod and hum as she saw left to go to work.
She knew that Vernon was a grown adult man who could take care of himself. But Vernon grew up with a gold spoon. He was so spoiled and pampered that he would always depend on Chloe for small things in life.
'Now look at him. He's now a powerful man, smart and handsome too. He can even care for his small family while I can't do anything….'
Chloe always saw Vernon as a baby and continued to see him because she practically raised him. And seeing him being so independent without needing her help depressed her a little.
The only thing he didn't do to replace her today was drive Mackie to her school, though it was because Mackie had a week break after the autumn festival in her school.
It was a relief for Chloe because Chloe would not allow Mackie to go to school, at least not now when she couldn't trust Mackie alone inside a school controlled by Vincent's people.
'I don't know if Vincent would do something crazy like kidnapping my daughter. He has the capability to do so if he wants,' Chloe thought.
She checked at Mackie, sitting on the carpet in front of the TV. She was playing with her barbie doll, the one that Vincent bought the moment after she filed for divorce.
She had been thinking about replacing that Barbie doll with the same doll but with what she bought with her own money. It might not matter much for Mackie, but for Chloe, it could be proof that she didn't need that man in her life anymore.
'January is near, I will get my salary soon and I'll buy her one… or two… or three. I want to spoil her a bit…' Chloe thought.
The day passed without much going on. Chloe just sat or slept and then constantly checked on Mackie all day long. Though, it looked more like Mackie was the one who watched over her.
Because whenever she was about to do the laundry or cook something, Mackie would stop her and drag her back to the couch to sit idly. She was like a pesky security guard, seriously.
They waited until dusk when Vernon opened the penthouse's main door and saw Chloe and Mackie sitting on a couch in the foyer.
His face brightened instantly, and he asked, "Who's ready for dinner?"
Mackie darted her eyes at the door and sprung up excitedly. She rushed towards her Uncle and hugged his wrist, "Me! Me! Uncle, I'm so hungry, please cook something!" Mackie demanded. She glanced at Mommy and reported, "Uncle, I've stopped Mommy from cooking three times, doing laundry two times, cleaning the fridge four times, and cleaning your bed five times!"
"That much?" Vernon raised his brow, surprised by how many times Chloe forced herself to do something. He shifted his gaze at Chloe, who looked away ashamedly as if she were a kid caught stealing candy.
"I'm just bored with nothing to do," Chloe replied.
Vernon sighed, "The doctor said that you shouldn't use your hand too often while it's recovering. Why's that so hard to follow?"
"I'm just not used being useless..." Chloe muttered.
"What do you mean being useless? Just because you're wounded and can't do chores for a few weeks, now you're suddenly useless?" Vernon clicked his tongue annoyedly. "Stop being so self-defeating, Chloe."
Vernon picked Mackie up and carried the little girl with one arm. He walked towards Chloe and sat beside her on the couch.
Mackie jumped off and her butt landed on the spot between her mother and Uncle. She looked at Mommy, who was still looking away, then at Uncle, who scratched the back of his head.
The atmosphere was awkward, and Mackie didn't like that.
'Maybe because I'm here with them?' Mackie wondered.
She could hear Uncle and Mommy talking and giggling harmoniously whenever she wasn't around. Sometimes Mommy would make weird noises that the little girl couldn't comprehend when Uncle bullied Mommy with a big police stick.
She was curious, but no matter how often she asked what they were doing inside Uncle's room, Mommy would always blush and refuse to answer.
Though her curiosity hadn't been satiated, she didn't question further— at least for now. As long as Mommy was happy, then Mackie would be happy too!
Thus, she jumped off the sofa and said, "Uncle, I'll go to my room! I want to read a book!" Mackie found her random alibi and left Uncle and Mommy alone.
…
…
The atmosphere got even more awkward than before. Both remembered their conversation last night and how their sweet moments were cut short because Vernon accidentally said the forbidden word.
"I… uh… I'm sorry for last night. I was caught up in the mood. So let's just forget it, okay?"
Chloe turned her head and frowned while staring at Vernon. Her mouth was zipped, but Chloe's eyes spoke everything in her mind, 'How could I forget something like that?!'
Chloe was actually offended. She always saw love and marriage as sacred things that shouldn't be put as a joke or something said because he was 'caught up in the moment.'
But she had no way to say that she wanted Vernon to either be serious when talking about it or never talk about it at all.