Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"Unless…"

Chelsea went silent for a while, but her cheeks gradually reddened until her whole face felt hot, and the wound that had just got stitched started itching.

She didn't want to hope for too much, but there was obviously no reason for Vincent to do so much for her when Chloe wasn't around.

"M—Maybe he's starting to move on from Chloe?" Chelsea guessed. "After all, a man wouldn't be in love with one woman for his life, right? Especially a cheap bitch like Chloe. Maybe he is now searching for a woman that would mend his broken heart?"

The more Chelsea imagined her life with Vincent, the happier she had as if all the pain she experienced right now had been washed away instantly.

"Well, let's see if he really comes to check on me soon. Gosh, I can't wait!"

**

Chelsea ate her lunch and then checked her phone to see if anyone had called her.Follow current s on N(o)vel(F)ire

However, just like what she expected, there was no text on her phone. Not from her mother and not from her deadbeat husband.

As if she could just disappear and her family wouldn't even care about her.

"So much for a family, huh?" Chelsea chuckled mirthlessly. She found it funny that she had to work so hard to be the breadwinner for those two useless people, and they didn't even give a shit about her.

"Why do I need to get stuck in this horrible life while Chloe can have all the fun in the world? She doesn't need to work, and she has such a perfect man in her life like Vincent."

"Now she ran away from Vincent, but she must've been staying with another millionaire. How-fucking-lucky!"

Chelsea already hated Chloe for marrying such a perfect man, unlike her, who married a useless bastard.

But she got even angrier when she heard that Chloe had run away from Vincent for no reason!

She asked Vincent before, asking if they had a fight or something…

But with his grieving face, Vincent told her everything was fine.

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"I think she left because I can't give her enough time as my wife. I'm way too busy with work…." Vincent replied to the question. The perfect man looked fragile and pitiful in front of Chelsea and Judith. "I should've known that she wants more time alone. But there were just too many projects I can't abandon…."

-

Thus, after getting that answer, Chelsea concluded that Chloe was simply an ungrateful bitch who didn't know what a good man Vincent truly was.

Chelsea spent her entire noon cursing at Chloe until dusk, when she heard a knock on the door, and the door was opened.

She gasped when she saw the handsome figure of Vincent Gray standing at the door. He wore a tidy brown suit, and his hair was combed nicely.

He was dashing as always, but the tiredness on his face was too obvious. So Chelsea could tell that Vincent had just finished his day at work.

Vincent smiled at Chelsea, who was bandaged for half of her face. He walked in and stood right beside the bed. His eyes kept staring at Chelsea, who was trying her best to curb her excitement.

"Good evening," Vincent greeted with his gentle voice. "Sorry it took me a while to visit. There are too many meetings today."

"I—It's okay," Chelsea changed her tone to sound sweeter. "I'm so happy that you come to visit."

"Also, I heard from the nurse that you're the one who paid for all of my hospital bills, so… thank you…."

"Oh, that's fine, I got the call from your mother. She heard that you got attacked and was having surgery in the hospital. So she asked me to pay for you," Vincent said lightly.

"Y—You don't need to do that, you know. I have savings…." Chelsea replied.

Though, it was a lie. Chelsea did have a small savings, but it wouldn't be enough to cover the hospital bill.

Heck, it might not even be enough to cover half of it.

"I insist on paying for it for you," Vincent smiled and sighed. "Rather than talking about money, you should focus more on your health. I don't know what happened to you, but you must've been traumatized."

Chelsea nodded weakly, "I don't know who attacked me either, but it must've been planned. Because he doesn't do anything other than slashing my cheeks…."

"I see. Would you mind telling me more about the attack? I might be able to help," Vincent grabbed a chair and sat beside Chelsea's bed. He observed Chelsea, waiting for her to continue with the story.

He looked like a man who was genuinely concerned, and Chelsea felt that the pain she experienced might've been worth it at this point.

"Well, I was attacked in the parking lot at midnight. I was all alone, and the light was dim around the area. I didn't get to see the attacker's face because he was fully covered from head to toe except the eyes."

"He slashed my cheeks with a knife, making a deep cut. I fainted at that point, and when I woke up, I was already stuffed inside my car, and half of my face was bandaged…." Chelsea pointed at her face. "Just like this one, but the bandage was very messy…."

"Sounds like a planned attack indeed," Vincent nodded in agreement. He seemed to be in deep thought for a second and then asked again, "Are you sure that attacker said nothing? Maybe he said something that can give us a clue."

…

Chelsea went silent for a moment. She started hesitating because the attacker whispered a name in her ears before she cut her cheek.

-

"Your husband sends his regards."

-

However, Chelsea was unsure if her husband would do something like this to her.

No matter how bad their relationships were, her husband depended on her regarding money. It would be illogical for him to attack her for no reason whatsoever.