Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Back in her life with Vincent, she would cook a lot for her husband, and Vincent would eat for one or two bites before leaving. He would also scold Chloe, calling her a stupid bitch for wasting food…

'Even though he is the one who said not to worry about ingredients and such, I cooked a lot for him….' Chloe looked at Vernon in a daze. His handsome face was stained with anger as if he was really offended by her words.

His face really reminded Chloe of Vincent. They were brothers, after all. They would also think the same, and when Vernon told him to use the black card… it was just another trap.

Another debt trap, another way to hurt her…

'I don't understand… what did I do wrong? Why are you so mad at me? Isn't it correct to save money and ingredients if you'll just scold me for cooking unnecessarily…' Chloe pondered. 'Or you want me to cook a lot, so you can mock me for being a wasteful bitch? There is no chance for me to retaliate, huh?'

'Vincent… you're truly vile….' Chloe said in her heart. All the mockery, insult, sneer, and emotional abuse that Vincent afflicted her suddenly flooded her mind, and she saw the trace of Vincent in Vernon's eyes.

Vernon was yelling over and over until his throat got dry. Yet, Chloe was unresponsive the whole time.

She stared at him with her doe beautiful doe eyes as if she didn't understand what made Vernon angry. Vernon snapped out of frustration. He grabbed her arms with his strong grip and yelled in front of her, "STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT AND SAY SOMETHING!"

Chloe's body trembled once Vernon tightened his grip around her arm, and her eyes glazed with tears.

Slowly, a single tear streamed from the edge of her eyes down to her cheek.

Vernon was stunned when he saw the tear, "Wait—"

Before Vernon could say more, he felt something hit his temple.

"What the—"

Vernon turned to the right and saw Mackie holding pencils, pens, books, and everything she had while glaring at Vernon.

"DON'T BULLY MOMMY! BAD UNCLE!" Mackie threw her belongings one by one to Vernon, and some actually hit his head.

"Stop! You kid— ouch!" When he saw a pen almost hit his eye, Vernon covered his eyes spontaneously. He released Chloe, who pushed him and ran towards her daughter.

She grabbed Mackie and carried her as she ran downstairs.

"WAIT!" Vernon tried to chase Chloe, but once he went downstairs, the woman and her daughter were nowhere to be seen. They were probably hiding in one of the rooms.

Vernon clenched his fist, wanting to curse loudly, but he knew that little girl was with Chloe right now. He didn't want his niece to hear some curse words coming from him.

Thus, Vernon returned to his penthouse, feeling very annoyed, angry, and with a tint of regret in his heart.

Vernon sat on the sofa and massaged his temples. He got a headache just thinking about Chloe.

"Did I go too far?" Vernon asked himself. But then tried to defend his argument, "I didn't mean to yell at her so much, but she is unresponsive…."

"Besides, why does she keep poking on my sore spot? I know I'm not as powerful or rich as my big brother, and I'm working hard on it! Does she not know how difficult it is to start everything from the ground without the help of your family at all?"

"Does she not remember what she said to me back then? FUCK!" Vernon punched the wall beside the sofa and grew more and more frustrated.

Yes, he knew that he was an emotional, moody person. His actions were mostly driven by emotion, and he would only use his logic at work. She practically raised him from the age of seven until he was fifteen!

Chloe should've known that!

"So why would she continuously mock me for what I lacked the most?" Vernon continued to punch the wall until his fist was wounded and started bleeding. He didn't care so much about it, though. He was just angry and frustrated with Chloe's behavior.

"Ah, fuck this! I don't care anymore!"

Vernon closed his eyes and slept on the long sofa. He covered his eyes with his arm and ignored the stinging pain in his knuckle. He wasn't a crybaby who would cry over an injured fist anyway.

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Meanwhile, Chloe was hugging Mackie the whole time. She was so afraid that Vernon would break in after she escaped with Mackie, so she entered Mackie's room and locked the door to save herself and her daughter.

She hugged Mackie on the bed, but her daughter was still furious;

"Uncle Vernon is mean! He is so mean to Mommy! He is not like Daddy!"

'Oh, trust me, dear. Your father is ten times worse than your Uncle Vernon. He is probably a hundred times worse. Your father is the worst human ever existed, my dear,' Chloe said in her heart, not wanting Mackie to know about her father's heinous deeds. 'But I won't let you know this. I don't want you to get hurt….'

"Sshh, let's just go to sleep, okay?" Chloe said, trying to pacify her daughter.

"But Mackie saw Mommy crying!"

"Mommy is not crying. Mommy… Mommy just got pepper in my eyes, and Uncle Vernon helps Mommy," Chloe said. She knew it was a stupid reason, but Mackie trusted her completely, so she should believe it, right?

Mackie stared at her Mommy, and her small hands patted her Mommy's cheek, "Mommy, don't cry. Mackie is sad now…."

Chloe gently held her daughter's small hands on her cheek, "Mommy is not sad, so Mackie should not be sad, okay?"

"But…"

Chloe faked her yawning and closed her eyes, "Ah, Mommy is so sleepy tonight. Why don't we sleep, hm?"

"… Okay, Mommy…"

Mackie buried her head on Mommy's neck and quickly fell asleep in her warm embrace.