Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Chloe blamed Vernon for being so frivolous, teasing and flirting with her as if she was a free woman he could marry tomorrow.

But at the same time, she also had herself to blame because instead of refusing his advance, she also started playing with fire. She enjoyed his touch, his care, and how he looked at her.

Maybe because she was so love-deprived, she truly enjoyed everything she did with Vernon. Even the smallest thing, such as spending time together, was so enjoyable she couldn't help but crave more.

"And the half-sex too," Chloe added. "We haven't done full blown sex yet. But all those make-out sessions were so fun. I can't believe I'm not even guarded anymore. He could've asked me to have sex, and I would say…."

Chloe bit her lower lip, not wanting to continue because the answer was so obvious.

She would say yes.

She dreaded all the time she was forced to have sex with Vincent. She was scared and felt unworthy.

But when she was with Vernon, all her pain and worry slowly disappeared, leaving nothing but the sweet feeling of bliss and the craving of wanting to be touched more.

Chloe gasped as she had just realized something, "Oh no, not only has he made me feel like a teen girl in love, he also makes me feel like a whore wanting more."

Chloe panicked as she always believed herself to be a modest woman who wouldn't crave something depraved like sex. She also thought that sex was something done by teenagers, young adults, and newly married couples.

Who would've thought that a thirty-something woman like her also had a craving for sex when she was comfortable with a man? Too comfortable, perhaps.

Nevertheless, all these feelings were new to her. It overwhelmed her to the point that her face got very hot.

She quickly pulled another pillow and covered her face with it. She muffled her excited scream to calm down.

After she calmed down a bit, she turned to the left, where she kept repeating Vernon's words in her head, and one word that stuck with her the most was…

Marry.

Both Chloe and Vernon knew that their bodies spoke with love, but it was taboo for them to spout out that word and all things related to it.

She enjoyed Vernon's company and wished they could stay like this forever. But, of course, things couldn't stay ambiguous forever.

Many wanted to tie the knot, make the relationship official, and claim ownership of each other. It seemed Vernon was that kind of man, much to her surprise.

"I really thought he's the kind of man who doesn't want to be tied in a relationship," Chloe thought. "Now he's the one bringing up marriage. This feels… weird."

Regarding marriage, Chloe had two emotions mixed in her mind: nervousness and fear.

There was also a trace of anticipation in her heart.

She was actually excited about the notion of marrying someone else other than Vincent. Her marriage with Vincent was painful for the past ten years, and she wished to get out of it and find someone else.

But she was also nervous and scared for the same reason.

Her marriage with Vincent caused her suffering. What would happen if she had a second marriage and ended the same?

Chloe believed that Vernon was not like his Big brother. He was different… but there was always that small doubt in her heart. Because blood was thicker than water, Vernon must've inherited some of the Gray men's traits, including the bad ones.

…

"Alright, time to drop this for now. Let's just focus on supporting Vernon in his endeavor first," Chloe told herself.

Thus, amidst the complicated feeling in her heart, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

**

Vincent sat in his bed and took a deep breath after going through such an exciting day full of surprises.

He stared at the TV, played a random show, and then touched the wound on his temple that had been treated in the hospital before he went home.

He chuckled as he found his wound to be minuscule compared to the release he had today.

"I've never seen her that furious, trying her best to defend herself and the identity of her new man," Vincent commented. "I'm so angry at what she did, but at the same time…."

Vincent lowered his gaze and stopped on his crotch, where he noticed the bulge. He licked his lower lip and muttered, "It's so exciting. It's so fun to see her being so willful."

"I shouldn't have bullied her too much once she returned home. I will make sure she still has a bit of hope of fighting back, so she can at least struggle a bit."

Vincent took out his phone and opened the new file that had been transferred. It was the recording of his fight with Chloe.

He could pick many angles, and he chose to use the one that showed Chloe's face the most.

She looked desperate and scared, with her face getting paler than usual. Her lips trembled, but she stood her ground as she faced the terrifying Vincent.

Her face had been bruised left and right, and her hands were swollen as she tried to shield another punch from him.

Vincent grinned as he reached inside his pants. He started beating his meat as he watched the video of their fights.

"This shit's much more fun than just seeing her fainting over and over, that got old real fast. I wouldn't find other women outside if she did this from the very start, she should've known that a man needs excitement in his life!" Vincent commented. "Never knew that my wife could put up a fight. That's new."

While Vincent was enjoying himself, his phone suddenly rang, and his mood was instantly ruined when he saw the caller's id.

He clicked his tongue and picked it up;

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"Damn you, Old hag! What are you doing calling me late at night?!"