Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Vincent never showed too much emotion unless when he was laughing at Chloe, who cried and begged to be left alone.

It made Priscilla wonder if she should tell him about her request or not...

Meanwhile, Vincent was busy with his own thoughts right now. He was angry at Chloe for running away and fixing herself. In his mind, the way Chloe became ugly and unwanted was completely justified, because he was protecting her.

'That bitch, she wants to be beautiful like ten years ago because he wants to seduce men, huh? All my hard work for ten years to keep her safe will be in vain, what an ungrateful bitch!'

It took him a while to calm down, trying to regulate his breathing as he was about to burst at this point.

'Okay, calm down, Vincent. You can always mold her again later. She is a weak-willed woman. You just need to do the usual.'

After he calmed down, he shifted his attention to Priscilla, standing still the whole time. All her usual sassiness was gone after Vincent didn't even get aroused by her seduction.

"What did you do when you met her in that diner?" Vincent asked.

"Ah!" Priscilla thought this was her chance to report what Chloe did to her. So Vincent would be angry and punish that fat whale for defending herself, even attacking Priscilla.

Thus, she pouted, puffed her cheeks to make herself cuter, and replied, "I approached her, and then asked her what she was doing there."

"And then?"

"Then I lifted my hand. I want to slap her!"

...

Vincent's breath heaved again. He knew that it was something he usually told Priscilla to do. He even took joy when he saw Chloe getting slapped by Priscilla.

But for an unknown reason, he was furious when he heard that Priscilla wanted to slap his wife.

"Did you do it?"

"Well, sadly no...." Priscilla grieved as if she had been wronged. "She caught my hand, and then slapped me back until I got dizzy and fell to the ground...."

Priscilla finally lifted her head and stared at Vincent with eyes glazed with tears, "She slapped me so hard that I almost cried, Darling... Please avenge me. I want you to beat her, slap her ten times more than what she did to me!"

...

Vincent got up from the chair and walked towards Priscilla. Priscilla didn't notice any hostility from him, so she stood still until Vincent stood before her.

"Tell me, love. Where did she slap you?"

"My left cheek. She slapped me on my left cheek, and left a bruise that I need to cover with makeup...." Priscilla complained pitifully.

The cute and pitiful beauty would have roused the desire to protect from any man's heart, and nobody would be able to resist her charm.

Unfortunately, Vincent wasn't just 'any man.'

"I see..." Vincent gently put his big, warm palm on Priscilla's right cheek and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Is your right cheek still hurting, my love?"

"Yes, it's still hurting!" Priscilla replied. She felt happy when Vincent was

"Well, let me help you."

Vincent raised his hand and--

PA!

"AHHH!"

Priscilla fell to the floor when she felt a shocking, stinging pain on her right cheek.

Vincent slapped her so hard that she got a concussion twice as painful as Chloe inflicted on her, to the point that she was paralyzed while lying on the floor.

Her ear rang after the slap, but she could hear Vincent's words clearly, "Don't you ever hurt my wife again, you cheap whore."

Priscilla couldn't believe what she had just heard. She tried to open her mouth despite the concussion and muttered weakly, "Why... Why did you do this to me? Aren't I... your lover?"

"Lover? Don't make me laugh," Vincent rejected and showed a disgusted face. "I tolerate you because I've been using you for four years so I won't get random STDs. But I've grown tired of your pussy. You're loose, and I'm no longer interested in you."

Priscilla's heart sank when Vincent hinted that she was just a woman he used for fun. Because she knew that wasn't the case.

'He's just unstable right now. He still loves me. I know he still loves me... right?' Priscilla asked herself, trying to make up whatever reason she had in her mind just to picture Vincent in a better light.

"But... but... you told me to slap her before...." Priscilla murmured. "Why... Did you change, Vincent? We... we're supposed to torment her, right?"

Vincent was taken aback by the question.

True, he had changed for an unknown reason. He still wanted to beat the shit out of Chloe, but he would get angry when someone else did it for him.

Usually, Vincent would allow Priscilla or a random maid he appointed to slap or push Chloe to the floor.

They could also gang up on her whenever Vincent was in the mood to see Chloe begging for her life.

'What happened to me, seriously? Why did I become so lenient on Chloe? Am I the good guy now?' Vincent knew that he was a good guy in the first place. The amount of praise and worship he got from the masses because of his money and charity act was enough to prove it.

But he never knew he could be a good person for his filthy wife.

'Does that mean I've spared Chloe by not allowing someone else other than me to beat her? Ah, she should be grateful then, knowing how benevolent and forgiving I am when we reunite.'

Vincent was still trying to process the idea of being kind and forgiving to Chloe. He rarely beat Chloe with his hand because he didn't want to dirty his hand and only did it when Chloe tried to struggle or fight back.

But now, imagining someone else beating Chloe gave Vincent an unprecedented sense of jealousy.

He lowered his head to look down at Priscilla, 'Good thing this side piece didn't hurt my wife.'