Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

362 Chapter 362

Beep.

The call ended, and Vincent was in a good mood.

Vernon took the initiative to call him to clear up the suspicion that might lead to a misunderstanding between them.

"Well, it's a good thing that I have a good and obedient Little bro, he really knows how to make me happy," Vincent thought. "Heheh, maybe I should give him a little help later. It's always nice to help him. It's nice to have a family that won't betray you."

…

Vincent got up from the chair and left his office. Since he was in a good mood, he didn't intend to yell at any maids he passed on his way to the master bedroom.

He entered the master bedroom, where he and his wife— Chloe Gray- were supposed to sleep together.

He lay on the bed, watching the TV idly until he got an email on his phone.

He checked it, and his lips perked up again.

However, it wasn't the same happy smile when he was talking with his Little bro.

It was, in fact, a malicious smile filled with evil thoughts that stemmed from his superiority complex over his wife.

Vincent clicked on the video and then resumed watching the recording of Chloe arguing and raising her voice in front of that old hag.

She looked fierce and tough. Though with her doe eyes, it didn't seem too believable.

But, of course, it was a nice change from the usual weak Chloe that he grew tired of.

"It'd be nice if she started struggling and fighting back again. At least I got something to torment when I'm stressed. Who knows if she struggled hard enough, she might have the chance to get fucked by me again? Isn't that what she want?"

Vincent continued watching the video, and when the video stopped, he looked at the big framed wedding picture hanging above the TV.

"Hmm… I think if I let her for at least a year, she will return to her original glamorous beauty. It'll be fun to tear her apart and ruin her life once more. It's like a second chance for me."

Vincent felt that his pajama pants were getting uncomfortable as he had gotten an erection down there.

He wouldn't lie that he got aroused thinking he would turn his wife from a glamorous beauty into a worthless woman who could only cower and beg for his generosity to continue living.

He was also pleasantly surprised by the erection since his sex drive basically plummeted after a few months of Chloe's departure.

He hadn't had sex with any woman for at least three months, and no woman was appealing enough to give him an erection.

Vernon licked his lower lip while staring at Chloe in the wedding dress, "I will enjoy breaking you, Chloe Gray."

**

Beep.

Vernon hung up the call between him and his Big brother—Vincent Gray. He leaned on the wall and inhaled deeply before exhaling his worry away with the cold wind.

He gazed at New York city from the balcony of his penthouse, pondering on what he should do next to protect everything he had right now and the woman he loved.

'Good thing I call him as soon as possible,' Vernon thought. 'Vincent might investigate all by himself about it if I forgot to report to him.'

Vernon knew that he couldn't hide anything against his Big brother, 'Especially with that old hag around. She is capable enough to trap Chloe, so she must've sniffed something suspicious about me.'

Vernon realized that the stage had been set. He couldn't play around right now.

He needed to be serious to secretly chip away Vincent's influence over his business circle and then let the company that had been established decades ago crumble.

But to do that, he needed to look as harmless as possible in front of his Big brother while still playing the mind game so Chloe wouldn't get caught and forcefully taken back to Vincent's mansion.

'I won't let him hurt her again. I will protect her, even if it costs my entire fortune— even my life,' Vernon swore in his heart.

He didn't know much about the abuse she experienced— though he wished that Chloe would open up to him more about it.

But he knew that it was a series of traumatizing events piled over the years. Of course, it would be hard for her to talk about.

'But for now…' Vernon knew that he could fool his Big bro, but for how long until he noticed that his company was crumbling down?

'Honestly, I'm more worried about that old hag, Secretary Maria. She's well versed in trickery, she's far more dangerous than Vincent right now. I'm afraid she will take measures by her own hand and kidnap Chloe when she's vulnerable.'

…

'Should I just… send Chloe somewhere else?' Vernon wondered. He could always send Chloe and Mackie to other states, maybe to somewhere less stressful for her, like Rhode Island.

"… I can't…" Vernon sighed. "I don't know if I can keep my sanity in check when she's not around."

"All of these business wars, and also family drama stress me out so much, the only way I can feel at ease is when I look at her…."

Vernon snorted as he found himself ridiculous. He remembered how he wanted to ruin her life because of what she said about him.

He still wanted to confront Chloe about it, but maybe later when things weren't so complicated.

Vernon sighed for the second time. He fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and bit one in his mouth.

He lit the end with a match. He smoked the cigarette and puffed the smoke into the cold wind.

He didn't like to smoke, but it was a way of de-stressing that he used if a problem was too heavy for him.

He was smoking in silence, staring at New York City at night.

Until he heard someone call his name, "Vernon?"