Ch. 591..595: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 591-595
Chapter 591
Vernon watched Chloe's back as she walked through the kitchen and went downstairs.
She looked sad from behind, with her shoulder slightly drooped, and how she dragged her legs to leave. Vernon knew that Chloe still had a lot to argue with him, but he quickly destroyed all of her arguments before this argument turned into a big fight between them.
He stayed in the same position for a while, even after Chloe had left the penthouse almost thirty minutes ago. He tried to let everything seep in.
"Of course, I can't keep saying yes to her, right?" Vernon tried to rationalize all the things he had said just now. "I know she often lets her emotions take control of herself. It might be good for some situations, but something like this—if I let emotion take control over my judgment, everyone including Mackie will literally be dead meat the moment Vincent knows everything about us!"
Vernon understood really well what kind of person Chloe was. She was very kind and forgiving. After all, it took a huge courage to forgive someone as horrible as Dorothea and give her a second chance while also daring enough to face his rage.
Chloe persevered against all odds until Vernon had no choice but to at least tolerate Dorothea's presence in this apartment.
"But not everyone can be given the same second chance," Vernon murmured. "I know that Chelsea and Judith are her family, but they have done nothing to help her. They don't see her as a family, they see her as a walking bank instead."
Vernon wanted to say that Chelsea was a horrible woman that deserved no second chance or forgiveness, but Chloe wouldn't take it well.
"Ugh, this is frustrating," Vernon complained. "What should I do to make her understand her family deserves what they got for all the shitty things they did?"
Finding no answer to his own question, Vernon returned to his room, taking a hot shower before lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling silently for a while.
His heart was aching right now. He felt weak whenever he saw Chloe looking sad or discouraged over something. There was tremendous pressure on himself to just give up everything and cater to Chloe's needs, no questions asked.
"But I have to endure this. I want the best for her, for my small family," Vernon murmured. "I'm sorry, my love. I promise I will do something for those boys, but not now."
**
"You can clock out now. You've done your shift," the manager said to Priscilla as she had just finished handling the last customer for the night.
She checked the time and then nodded, "Thanks, Boss."
Priscilla went to the staff room and took off the blue vest she used while working. She stared at her blue vest for a while. There was a Walmart logo complete with her name tag on it.
It had been two months since she worked in Walmart to survive.
She was in a huge shock when she got fired by Vincent. She was at a loss since she got used to relying on Vincent for everything, and she thought it would last forever since Vincent loved her.
She tried to get into modeling, but you needed more than just a pretty face to earn money from it.
She then tried to become a Secretary, just like her old job, but she couldn't survive that too. They said that she wasn't good at her job.
Though she got fired not because of that but because she tried to hook the CEO to sleep with her. She didn't expect that to be offensive and got her fired.
'Well, don't blame me that my only experience is with Vincent. I thought all CEOs want to have sex with their secretaries.'
She had never saved her salary before because she thought she'd eventually be Priscilla Gray anyway, so it didn't matter if she spent every dollar she had. Those fifty thousand dollars he gave for compensation were drained in less than a month because she thought she'd eventually get a similar job with similar payment.
"And here I am," Priscilla said. She looked around the empty staff room where those people she often called lowlives used to chat and rest. To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She felt so worthless right now because she always thought working in retail like this was only for the desperate.
She was on top of the hill with Vincent before. Then he pushed her down until she landed with these lowlives and had to work with them daily, "Ugh, just imagining about them already makes me want to vomit."
Priscilla shoved her blue vest into the locker and grabbed her bag. She went to the Train station not far from her workplace, entered the dirty and piss-smelled train, and stood far from the other people. She didn't even dare to sit on the train seat because she was afraid it might be contaminated by those dirty homeless.
Priscilla's eyes darted at a homeless man sleeping on the corner, taking a row of seats. She frowned and took a few steps back, complaining that New York was filled with so many dirty homeless.
'I would never take this train when I was with Vincent before. He would always pick me up, or told his driver to pick me up first before we were going somewhere together. It was such an amazing time.'
Priscilla couldn't help but reminisce about her life with Vincent before. All the glamor and shiny things he brought into her life, and how he became her dream, her future that she couldn't let go of.
In fact, the only thing that stopped her from exposing Vincent in the public was how she—deep down—still wished that Vincent would eventually realize how important she was in her life.
She wished that Vincent would beg for her to come back, because nobody in this world was better than her, not even her stupid and ugly wife, Chloe Gray.
She was also scared that Vincent would kill her and her family if she dared to expose him.
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Unfortunately, she didn't know what was currently happening in the Gray company because she didn't make any friends when she was working there.
But she believed there was no way for Vincent to suddenly end up with Chloe again. Because Vincent seemed to generally hate Chloe so much, and he was a prideful man that wouldn't take a woman back once he ditched them.
'W--Well, except me. I believe he will take me back soon. So far he has been with me the longest, he will eventually miss me,' Priscilla said in her heart, though it was mostly just to convince herself so she would hope for the day when things would eventually return to normal.
What kind of normal?
Her being Mrs. Priscilla Gray, of course!
Priscilla stepped out of the train once it reached the third station. She checked her time with her phone before quickly shoving it back into her bag because it was almost midnight, and she didn't want to get robbed by random homeless or hooligans around the station.
She clutched her bags until she reached an old building. She quickly entered and went straight to her small apartment.
Priscilla turned on the lights. She stared around her small studio apartment and sighed, "It's so cramped, and ugly..." she complained.
Her old apartment was a luxury rented by Vincent. It was spacious, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It also had a kitchen and balcony with Central Park as her view.
She didn't know how much it costs per month until she had to pay it herself. Turned out she had to pay eight thousand per month. It was a crazy amount that she couldn't afford, especially after she literally spent half of her fifty-thousand-dollar check on a one-day shopping galore to de-stress after she got dumped and fired by Vincent.
She moved at least two times until she could only afford this one, a half-thousand dollars apartment far from Central Park, where she used to live before. It was a cramped studio apartment with no balcony and insufficient space to put all her belongings.
There were also never-ending neighbor noises from all sides because the wall was paper thin. Sometimes her neighbor upstairs would stomp his fat feet, while her neighbor on the right would have sex with her boyfriend at night, all at the same time. It was depressing for Priscilla, who had just been dumped and single for a few months.
Unfortunately, this apartment was all she could afford for now, and she didn't know if she could keep staying there if she had no more income other than her job at Walmart.
She threw her bag on the small sofa near the door and then threw herself on the bed. She tried to close her eyes, but her phone was ringing.
"Tsk, it must be her," Priscilla got up from the bed and went to the small sofa to grab the phone inside her bag.
She checked the caller ID and rolled her eyes. She picked up the call and put it on the loudspeaker while she lay on the sofa.
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"Yes, Mom?" Priscilla opened the conversation.
"Oh, thank god, I thought something happened to you at work," Priscilla's mother said at the other end of the call.
Priscilla rolled her eyes, "Mom, I'm working in Walmart, not in a Gun Store. I'll be fine."
"You often work overtime or take midnight shifts, of course I'm scared something might happen to you when you return home!" Priscilla's Mom couldn't hide her worry. She was sad when Priscilla said that she got fired by Vincent Gray. She thought their relationship would develop until Vincent Gray divorced his useless wife and married Priscilla.
Now that Priscilla had been dumped, there was nothing she could do other than check on her daughter's wellbeing constantly, "You should just go back home. You can live with me to save up some money, and work here, probably in some nearby shops."
"No, Mom. I don't want to live in a small town, and I still want to see if Vincent will take me back," Priscilla firmly rejected.
"Priscilla... he dumped you. Vincent Gray is a rich man, he has a lot of women by his side, there is nothing you can do. Just forget about him, okay?" Priscilla's mother felt she had to knock some sense into her daughter's head. She kept thinking that she could have a second chance with Vincent, even though it was obvious that a man like Vincent would never look at a woman twice.
Once he dumped you, there was no second chance.
"You don't understand, Mom. We've been together for so long! This is just a phase because his stupid wife left with his daughter! I bet he will try to find his daughter first before divorcing that ugly woman, and then take me back!"
"But what if he simply forgot about you and already found another woman?" Priscilla's Mom asked. "Maybe he doesn't even remember you anymore."
"MOM!" Priscilla snapped. "Stop trying to drag me down! You should support my hard work instead! I'm staying in New York because I KNOW what to do. Stop worrying about me and stop calling me in the middle of the night! Do you know how tired I am after a long shift?"
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Priscilla's Mom sighed. Her daughter was beyond help. She would not listen to her advice and kept clinging to the idea that Vincent Gray would marry her eventually.
"I shouldn't have allowed you to go to New York," Priscilla's Mom said. "Now you're suffering just because you can't let go of that rich bastard."
"Don't call him a bastard, and bye, Mom."
Beep.
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Priscilla hung up the call impatiently. Her mother kept on repeating the same thing. Her Mom said she should forget about Vincent, return home and work in that small town.
"How am I supposed to forget the first man I truly fell in love with? He is the man I want to marry and that will never change!"
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Priscilla got tired of thinking about her mother, who didn't support her endeavor to stay in New York.
"She should've known by now that I can have him back! Vincent has been obsessed with me for so long, of course he won't just ditch me like I'm nothing!" Priscilla insisted.
Deep down, she knew that she was just deluding herself. She remembered vividly how Vincent slapped her so hard that she fell to the ground with a painful swollen cheek.
He was so rough and cruel to her that day that Priscilla wondered if he had fallen out of love because that kind of treatment was only something that Chloe got, not her.
"Well, maybe he is just in a bad mood. Maybe he just doesn't like how I seduced him that day," Priscilla kept trying to rationalize everything so she could maintain that good image of Vincent in her head.
Priscilla sighed, "I hope things will get better as soon as possible, I can't imagine myself working in that stupid place, surrounded by stupid people, and living in this cramped apartment for more than this!"
Feeling depressed after thinking about Vincent, Priscilla decided to unlock her phone. She started scrolling through random stuff on social media.
She stumbled upon a few luxury bags and watches ads on Instagram and had a bitter smile as he checked their price.
"Back then, I didn't even need to check on the price tags of everything I bought. I just gave it all to Vincent, and he would pay for all of them," Priscilla reminisced about her good memory with Vincent.
It lasted for years, and it was lovely. Vincent always told her that the only reason why he hadn't married her was that he had a wife already.
A wife that he didn't love.
Priscilla seriously thought everything would be smooth sailing and she would replace Chloe as the new Mrs. Gray.
She sighed and then continued scrolling through Instagram before changing to Twitter. She scrolled mindlessly before stopping when she saw a short video of two women seemingly arguing.
She frowned when she saw the retweets, likes, and reply ratio, "This should be today's trending then."
Priscilla clicked on the video, not expecting what kind of video it was. She just thought it was two celebrities fighting over the most trivial thing in the world, which was at least entertaining enough to pass the time.
But when the video started playing, she first saw the creepy lady with a long scar on her cheek, giving that image of a female Joker. She glared at everyone to the point that they almost popped out also didn't help her because now she looked like a creepy mad woman.
Priscilla quickly paused the video to look at the female joker and commented, "Holy shit, that's scary."
She thought that face was the trending topic of the day because it was already scary enough it could become a creepypasta on its own.
She also gave the other woman facing the Joker lady a quick check and felt somewhat familiar with her, "Uh... she somehow looks like that ugly bitch Chloe. But that woman is nothing but skin and bones, and her complexion isn't as healthy and ruddy as that," she commented. "This woman is gorgeous though. I'm worried that Vincent might actually like this woman because of her beauty and similarity to Chloe."
Priscilla felt a little uncomfortable thinking that Chloe would regain her glamorous body again. Because if she did, then she'd be as gorgeous as the woman in the video.
She had a pair of doe eyes and a sweet smile. That combination would be fatal as it was rare for any man to be able to resist them. Even Priscilla had to admit she was no match for Chloe at her prime. She saw plenty of young Chloe during her wedding day in Vincent's mansion, which sometimes made her insecure.
Her insecurity also heightened because sometimes, Vincent told her nobody could defeat the young Chloe's beauty in his eyes. She was the first woman to ever move his heart.
Luckily, that young Chloe had turned into a super ugly fat bitch. Now she became a skinny dying bitch, much to Priscilla's relief.
"Well, good thing that bitch stays skinny as hell. She looks like she'll die the next second," Priscilla sneered.
She pressed play and resumed the video.
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"Then you should blame this bitch! She is a two-faced bitch who sends someone to attack and carve this scar on me!"
"Watch your mouth, Chelsea! If you keep slandering me like this, then don't blame me if I take this to the court! Let's see how much you can pay for your bullshit!"
"I AM THE FUTURE WIFE OF VINCENT GRAY! DO YOU THINK I CAN'T PAY YOU? I CAN FUCKING BUY YOUR LIFE, YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!"
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Priscilla watched the whole thing without blinking. She was dazed for a long time, thinking she must be dreaming because she had heard something crazy just now.
"No, that can't be," Priscilla muttered. "There is no way Vincent would ditch me for an ugly fuck like this female joker."
She pressed the play button and heard the same thing. She did this repeatedly until she had forgotten how many times she played the video.
Priscilla's hand trembled. Her face paled instantly. She shook her head in denial, "No, Vincent is not an idiot. This woman is probably crazy, that's why she fantasizes about marrying Vincent. Crazy bitches surely want Vincent for themselves!"
However, no matter how often she tried to convince herself this woman was a crazy bitch who fantasized about marrying Vincent, she couldn't rest her heart.
She just couldn't accept that she'd be replaced by an ugly woman!
Thus, Priscilla started searching the top trends to get more information about this woman's identity. But nobody seemed to have any information regarding the man's identity, but she was appalled by the hashtags.
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She also saw the title at the original source of the video.
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Trending: Sisters fight. Two sisters are related to Vincent Gray?!
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Priscilla almost dropped her phone after she read the title. She didn't expect someone to write this bombastic title worthy of clickbait.
"There is no way, right? I bet this title is just a clickbait to gain views. I'm sure of it!" Priscilla tried to convince herself. She scrolled through the comments and read so many complaints because some had longer videos, but they were all taken down mysteriously.
So the only surviving video was the top trending video, the short one that didn't explain anything.
But it didn't stop people from making up theories and gossiping about who those two women in the video could be.
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'Maybe they are just two crazy women fighting in the parking lot. That's it. I don't know why people thought this is some huge stuff.'
'Yeah, obviously, those two are just delusional women thinking they have a chance to marry Vincent Gray.'
'I don't think Vincent Gray will allow his wife to go around fighting in public space. People said he loves his wife and daughter so much, that's why he never shows them in public.'
'Yeah! These are just two crazy bitches!'
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While that opinion sounded logical, everyone was drawn to a crazy theory formulated by one tweet, followed by the others who started adding more theories.
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'What if these two are actually sisters, maybe one of them is actually related to Vincent Gray. Just look at the beautiful woman who tried to protect the little boy. Don't you think that woman looks like old money?'
'Yeah, she does look like a rich lady with quiet luxury. Maybe she is actually Vincent Gray's wife? She's beautiful and elegant enough to be one at least.'
'Oh! Then what about that crazy Joker lady?'
'Maybe she's just a crazy woman who wants to marry Vincent. Or maybe… maybe Vincent has a kink for an ugly lady! Maybe he likes dating uglies!'
'Hahah! I bet Vincent's PR team is involved in the deletion of longer videos because it contains more information about him.'
'Well, my opinion is, they are actually sisters, they do look alike just looking at their facial features, though the crazy lady is obviously the much uglier sister even without that scar. If Vincent is actually involved with these two, maybe they are both competing to be Vincent's future wife.'
'Then what about his current wife?'
'Either he divorced her, or cheated on her.'
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Priscilla was unable to maintain her calm as she kept reading. She knew these theories were just crazy stuff people made up during their free time. They would probably forget about these stupid theories once they were busy with their activities.
But it was different for Priscilla. Her entire body shook when she read one tweet saying the beautiful lady might be Vincent's wife.
Priscilla watched the video again. She ignored the female joker and focused on the gorgeous lady's side profile. The woman in the video obviously had a healthier body than the frail Chloe that Priscilla knew, but she also had Chloe's doe eyes, the thin lips that invited men for a taste, and also the long chestnut hair that she tied on a ponytail.
"No way," Priscilla's face paled instantly. "She is not that skinny, ugly bitch Chloe, right? There is no way Vincent will allow Chloe to gain weight and become beautiful again."
Priscilla knew that she was just in denial right now. She played the video again and noticed the woman called the female joker as 'Chelsea.' Though she didn't care much about Chloe's side of the family, she thought that the name was familiar.
Because Vincent mentioned to her once about Chelsea and Judith—Chloe's sister and mother who were nothing but dirty leeches to him.
"If this female joker is the same Chelsea that Vincent mentioned once, then no doubt the beautiful lady is…."
Priscilla kept on staring at the beautiful lady on the screen. She bit her lips as she tried to muffle her whimper, and tears slowly pooled in her eyes.
However, no matter how much she tried to hold it, her tears slowly dropped from the corner of her eyes and wet the phone screen.
Priscilla gritted her teeth when she saw more and more tears wet the screen. She lifted her phone and smashed it to the ground.
CRACK!
Priscilla heard a crack from the phone, but she didn't care.
She grabbed a pillow on the sofa and tried to muffle her scream as much as possible.
"ARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Priscilla was unable to control her own emotion. She was frustrated, angry, and also disappointed.
She didn't give a fuck about that ugly female joker because there was no way Vincent would be stupid enough to marry an ugly mad woman that belonged in the psychiatric ward.
But even she knew she was no match for the beautiful lady on the screen. She had that sweet-doe eyes, a ruddy complexion, a healthy body, sweet lips, and long chestnut hair. That gorgeous lady was obviously Chloe in her prime! She was the glamorous Chloe that Priscilla envied so much and the same Chloe that always occupied Vincent's heart.
Priscilla screamed again, but she heard a slam on the wall this time.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Oii! Shut up! It's midnight!" She heard the next-door neighbor slam the wall and yell at her. Priscilla glared at the wall and grabbed a wooden stool not far from her. She got up and slammed the wooden stool to the wall until it broke.
BAM! BAM! BAM! CRACK!
"YOU SHUT UP OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Priscilla yelled even harder than her neighbor to vent her anger. Much to Priscilla's disdain, there was no more protest from the other side of the wall.
She was actually thinking about picking up a fight with her neighbor, so she could vent out.
Priscilla looked down and saw her cracked phone screen. But even though that cracked screen, she could still see the beautiful picture of glamorous Chloe.
She gritted her teeth and stomped on her phone with all her power while yelling, "FUCK YOU, CHLOE!"
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Priscilla was like a mad woman, similar to the Joker lady in the video. She smashed anything she could find to vent out her frustration.
She had been persevering for so long, moving to a cramped, ugly apartment and working in Walmart with those ugly desperate people because she believed that Vincent would eventually take her back.
But now that Chloe had become absolutely stunning once more, the probability of her and Vincent being together had been reduced to almost zero percent.
As dolled up as Priscilla could be, she knew that she was no match against Chloe in her current state.
Priscilla's chest rose up and down as she smashed a mirror on the wall. She stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror and saw a shell of her former self. She looked like a hot mess, and her eyes were red because she kept crying while raging around her apartment room.
Her tears slowly dropped from the corner of her eyes without her knowing, and she slumped to the floor like a broken doll. She started sobbing as she felt despair crawling inside her heart.
She saw blood on the floor, it seemed she had stepped on some of the glass shards scattered on the floor after she smashed that mirror, but she didn't care.
"Fuck you, Chloe. I fucking hate you," Priscilla muttered. She had no more energy to rage on, but the excruciating feeling in her heart lingered.
"I can't let this happen. I've been with him for years, I can't let those bitches ruin it for me," Priscilla said. She clenched her fist as she couldn't endure the pain in her heart.
She knew that Chloe was the main threat to her relationship with Vincent, but she also knew how much of a playboy Vincent could be and how many women wanted to be on his bed. "I can't be like this forever. I have to do something before Chloe or any woman out there takes Vincent away!"
Thus, Priscilla started searching through the internet and called some of the people she befriended when she was working with Vincent. The first thing she wanted to do was to track every woman that had been with Vincent before her and also some of the flings that he had whenever he was bored.
She knew she couldn't kill each of those women since at least 80% of them were from distinguished families or had security guards surrounding them. Even Chloe, Priscilla believed that Chloe was being kept by an old, rich, and powerful millionaire, which meant she had plenty of bodyguards around her. So it was almost impossible for Priscilla to actually reach and kill that bitch.
But she had one way to make sure that Vincent would be available only for her.
Priscilla smirked from ear to ear as her mind wandered, thinking about her time together with Vincent and how things would be better once they married. She was no different than the female Joker in the video, lacking the scar on her cheek.
Was she mad? Perhaps.
But she knew really well she was madly in love with Vincent and would do anything to get him back.
"Hihi… hihihi…" Priscilla couldn't help but giggle. "I should've done this sooner. If I can't get him to be by my side, then I just have to force him."
**
Vincent had just finished another meeting with one of his business partners. Things went awry after the Gray foundation scholarship incident, which created a ripple in his ever-steady business, so he had to clear up a few things.
Vincent slumped on his office sofa and pulled his tie so she could breathe, "That old bitch will have to pay later. I've been so kind to her by allowing her to live her miserable life, but she decided to go against me for whatever reason."
Vincent tried to remember if he had done anything bad to his stupid mother.
But nope.
All he did was ignore her existence, which was already generous enough because he could always kill her anytime he wanted if he needed extra cash since she also had a lot of Gray family inheritance under her name right now.
But he was already a billionaire on his own, so he simply abandoned that old woman alone.
Vincent sighed, "Things are just so bad right now," he murmured. "Many of my business partners are dissatisfied with my performance for whatever reason, and many of them started nullifying our contracts."
Honestly, Vincent didn't give a damn about those smaller business partners that he had. Whether they stayed working with him or not didn't actually affect him much.
But when the big corporations also began to back off, he knew he had to do something to maintain the power and influence of his century-old company.
"This is all because of her," Vincent said. He closed his eyes, and the only face he saw was Chloe, smiling for him, crying for him, begging for him. She did everything for him, and he liked that a lot.
Vincent quickly opened his eyes and gritted his teeth.
No matter how often he tried to brush off the image of Chloe from his mind, she would keep popping out in his dream, or even when he was just a bit dazed.
He would smile at him, the same smile she gave during their wedding day. The smile of absolute joy, as if nobody except Vincent would be able to fill the space in her heart.
And he hated it.
He hated the fact that he wasn't in control of his own mind and emotion when Chloe wasn't in his mansion like a caged canary.
"Obviously, I still am the person in her heart, no doubt about that," Vincent said confidently. "Just because that ungrateful bitch ran away from me, doesn't mean that she doesn't love me. But I have to bring her back into my mansion and lock her there, so she will stop making me feel confused like this."