Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

3 Chapter 3

"Divorce?"

Vincent's mind, alongside his sight and hearing, sharpened instantly. He frowned and peered at Chloe.

"Yes. I will not repeat myself after this." Chloe confirmed, speaking with venom in her mouth. She tried hard to stay strong as she didn't want to look desperate in front of her cheating husband, who had cheated on her since she was 7 months pregnant.

But God knew how much her heart was bleeding when she shoved that divorce paper to Vincent.

Divorce.

That word triggered Vincent. He blinked a few times to skim through the paper. It was all legit. Chloe wasn't lying when she said that she wanted a divorce, and the idea of divorce was out of Vincent's mind.

He would never divorce this woman!

Vincent thought that he had a stable life with her, despite him cheating, he had always given her a comfortable life, a life that almost all women dreamed of.

In a life of riches, she could get all that she wanted. She could get a yacht if she wanted to!

However, Vincent also acknowledged that Chloe wasn't as extravagant as he expected. He wished that Chloe could be more wasteful of their money, so he could also have a reason to call her out.

But that was all he got as a man— money.

"Tch, is this about money? If you're angry at me just because I slept with another woman, just buy yourself something nice. I don't know, new bag, dress, car. Heck, you can even raid Louis Vuitton or Hermes if you want! Whatever floats your boat, so, stop messing around with something like this—" Vincent waved the divorce paper with a dumbfounded face. "If this is a joke, then I'm not laughing, Chloe Gray."

"I am not Chloe Gray anymore, dumbass!" Chloe snatched the divorce paper waved in front of her and turned it around, pointing with her index finger to a spot she had signed on. "I'm going by my maiden name. You can see it for yourself. I don't want anything to do with you, ever."

Vincent squinted and saw the name written under the signature. It really was Chloe Carlson.

Chloe was serious about divorce, and he didn't understand why.

"Fuck this, I'm not really in good shape right now," Vincent cursed. He gritted his teeth to endure the headache. "Stop talking about weird stuff, Chloe. I gave you everything. I gave you money! What else do you need!?"

Chloe covered her gaping mouth. She was left speechless, and she realized that Vincent still didn't understand how serious this was. How serious the pain he had inflicted on Chloe's heart.

10 years of marriage, and 8 years were nothing but torture. Where Vincent forced her to be a good little housewife, taking care of their daughter while he fucked around with every woman he found.

"I gave you a stable life, a luxury house, and a daughter! Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want already!" Vincent yelled at her.

"I WANT A DIVORCE! I WANT A FUCKING DIVORCE, YOU BASTARD!" Chloe started hitting Vincent's chest with all her might, but she was a small lady, nothing compared to the man in front of her

Vincent got annoyed by Chloe hitting his chest. He grabbed Chloe's wrists and clenched them tightly, "Ah!"

Vincent looked down at Chloe and leaned in until his face was only a few inches away from hers. He repeated his question as if he still didn't understand what went wrong.

"Let me remind you where you came from, you little bitch. I picked you up from poverty. You were dirt poor when you're in high school. I helped you pay your student loan, and we got hitched soon after. Do you think you can go out there and live well without me?"

"Chloe, use your small brain for a second. I know you're just a dumb housewife, but I'm doing you a favor," Vincent said, thinking that it would be enough to intimidate and deter Chloe from a divorce. "Sure, I'm sleeping around with another woman, but did I ever do it inside our house? Did I ever let Mackie saw my affair? Did I stop giving money to you and Mackie?"

"So, tell me, what do you need to stop this whole divorce thing, Chloe. You'll have nothing without me if you decide to go through with this divorce."

Chloe stared at the man she had loved for 15 years, with whom she had shared her bed. The man who gave her an adorable daughter and promised that he would love her one and only.

Her eyes started pooling with tears, and a drop streamed on her cheek, "Love."

"What?"

"I need love, Vincent Gray," Chloe replied firmly.

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This time, Vincent was the one who got speechless. That word sounded ancient in his ear, as he hadn't heard that from Chloe for a long time.

"Vincent Gray, look into my eyes and tell me truthfully, do you still love, and think of me as your rightful wife?"