Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

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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?"

…

"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?"

…

"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?"