Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"Why don't you say anything? Were you still scared? Traumatized like a teeny-weeny baby? Uuu, I remember how you cried like an idiot when Vincent slapped your ugly face, and he does it like this—!"

Priscilla raised her hand and swung it hard towards Chloe's cheek. There was a heightened sensation of ecstasy, thinking she would slap this bitch for being a pest who kept disturbing her relationship with Vincent.

But Chloe caught Priscilla's wrist with one hand and shocked Priscilla immediately. Priscilla slowly shifted her gaze from her wrist towards Chloe's face.

But before she could say a thing…

PA!

"AH!"

Chloe slapped Priscilla's cheek with her other hand. She was ruthless enough not to hold back and made Priscilla's soft cheek red with the shape of Chloe's handprint.

Chloe released Priscilla's wrist immediately, and the bitch fell to the floor as if she had a concussion.

Priscilla's eyes were blurry. She held her cheek that was stinging in pain, "Ugh… uhk…."

It took a while for Priscilla to recover from the concussion. She gritted her teeth once she realized what had just happened. She had never realized that Chloe would be able to fight back, even going as far as slapping her without mercy.

It was so NOT her!

Priscilla glared at Chloe, who sat neatly on the diner chair, looking down at her unblinkingly.

"You!"

"What?"

"You're supposed to take it! You fat bitch!" Priscilla yelled. "How dare you hit me like that? Once I told Vincent about it, you will beg to be saved!"

"Priscilla, I think you should stop playing like a high school bitch against me," Chloe said. Her doe eyes, which usually looked very sweet and harmless, became somewhat unsettling and gave Priscilla an uncomfortable feeling.

But Priscilla thought that Chloe was bluffing just to look intimidating, "H—How dare you call me a high school bitch! I will fucking report this to Vincent, I swear!"

"Go on, report it to him," Chloe said nonchalantly. "Besides, you will tell him that you met me nonetheless."

"You should realize that I am not Vincent's wife anymore. You can have him all you want, if you can," Chloe added. "Don't expect me to let you slap me without retaliation. I am not tied with Vincent anymore, I have no fear against one of Vincent's bitches."

Priscilla was shocked by how scary Chloe was right now. She never knew that Chloe could say something like that to her.

Usually, Chloe would beg her to stop or simply cower in the corner as Vincent watched Priscilla hit Chloe. He would laugh occasionally and usually said that they should do this often.

"D—Don't you know who I am?" Priscilla still tried to maintain her pride to no avail.

"You're too far gone, Priscilla," Chloe sighed. "If you think you have any worth in his eyes, then you're severely mistaken. You're just one of the bitches in his life. Get over yourself, insufferable witch."

Chloe put a fifty-dollar bill on the table and walked past Priscilla, still slumped on the floor.

"W—Wait, I'm not done with you!"

"But I am," Chloe replied. "I am done with you, Priscilla. You and Vincent have nothing to tie me down now."

Chloe left the diner without looking back. She entered her car and drove away immediately.

…

…

Priscilla was still sitting on the floor in silence. She was just too stunned to react right now.

The waitresses who had been watching the whole time were too scared to approach Priscilla because they saw how she attacked that poor woman.

They were thinking about calling the police, but that thin woman was surprisingly able to defend herself, even slapping that woman back until she fell on the floor.

They started to whisper at each other, and Priscilla caught them.

"What are you looking at?" Priscilla confronted, and the waitresses shut their mouths and looked away, acting as if nothing had happened just now.

Priscilla gritted her teeth and got up from the ground. She dusted her butt and walked out of the diner.

She stomped her feet as she returned to her apartment not far from there. It had been a month since she rented a cheaper apartment because Vincent only paid her the base salary, no bonuses, which she usually got after having sex with him.

Usually, through sex, she could earn at least five times her base salary each month, added to many lavish gifts that Vincent usually had for her.

But after Chloe left, he suddenly refused to have sex, no matter how hard Priscilla tried to seduce him.

It had been months, and Vincent finally told her not to come to the mansion anymore because she wasn't needed there.

Priscilla unlocked and kicked the apartment door open.

She took off her hoodie and threw it in a random direction.

Priscilla took a bath and came out looking fresh but still without a smile.

She still looked pissed off, as if she wanted to chew someone.

Priscilla sat in front of the vanity table and prepared all of the makeup items she would use. She wanted to look stunning in front of her special someone, the man that she loved so much.

"That fat whale! How dare she slap and humiliate me in public!" Priscilla said as she was putting on her foundie. "Just because Vincent is not into me right now, doesn't mean I can't seduce him!"

Priscilla drew her brows while cursing the life out of Chloe, "I will get what I want. I will be Mrs. Gray, and you'll cry when you see me with a diamond wedding ring from Vincent! You fat fucking whale! AHHHHHHH!!"

Priscilla looked unhinged right now. Even the thick makeup that she applied didn't cover the redness from her uncontrollable anger.

She applied the classic red lipstick as the last touch and kissed the air while winking at the mirror.

She had a malicious smirk on her face as she was satisfied with her makeup, "See? I am still the prettiest woman Vincent ever has."