Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother



Vincent read the note over and over. He couldn't believe his own eyes and surely didn't want to believe this was true.

He knew this handwriting. It was Chloe's signature, beautiful cursive handwriting. There was no mistake in it.

And that made it even scarier.

Vincent looked simultaneously at the bag of ashes in the box and at the note.

His face turned pale instantly, and his body trembled as he was trying to battle the shock in his heart.

He didn't know if this was true or not. Nevertheless, it was enough to completely crush his mind, making him unable to take action as he kept staring at the note and the ashes.

"No way…" Vincent murmured. "There is no way that bitch can kill Maria! She's just a weakling! She can't do anything against me, how could she suddenly fight back?!"

Vincent tried to deny the truth. He knew the note and the plastic bag were most likely true.

But he didn't want to—no, he refused to believe it! 

There was no way Maria would end up like this. She was supposed to be smart, just like him, and for her to die in Chloe's hand? 

"DO YOU THINK I'M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT?!"

Vincent gritted his teeth. He tore up the note and opened the plastic bag. He still refused to believe that Maria would end up dead. She might be old, but she was very smart and sly. 

This was too tragic, and Vincent believed Chloe must be tricking him right now.

But the moment he opened the plastic bag, he saw real cremation ashes. There was no doubt this was the ashes of a dead person, judging by the color and consistency. 

After all, he also cremated his father's body, and the ashes were just like this.

"No way," Vincent shook his head vehemently. "NO FUCKING WAY!"

Vincent's mind was in chaos soon after. He refused to believe that was the ashes of Maria, but deep down, he knew that Maria was dead, and he was all alone now.

He was like a small boat in the middle of an ocean, swayed left and right by the storm, afraid that he was about to get swept by a big wave and drowned. 

Vincent didn't know what to do with these ashes. He wanted to throw it away because he refused to believe it was Maria's ashes.

But at the same time, he was afraid that it might be her ashes, and he'd regret it if he did something awful to it.

Vincent was holding his tears. He carefully tied the plastic bag and put the lid back.

He put the box in the corner of his room and then screamed, "CHLOE GRAY, YOU WILL PAY FOR MESSING ME LIKE THIS! I WILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH! ARRRGHHH!"

Vincent began another round of rage in his room. The master bedroom was mostly empty since he had destroyed at least half of the things in there from his previous rampage.The sourcᴇ of this content is novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.net

But that didn't stop him from finding something to destroy. He left the master bedroom and began to scream as he rushed to the living room, where every decoration was done by Chloe.

He began smashing every piece of furniture he saw, kicking and punching everything since he found no way to release his anger. 

"FUCK YOU, CHLOE GRAY! YOU DARE TO DO THIS TO ME, AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU!" Vincent's scream echoed in the mansion, and the maids got terrified instantly. 

They quickly hid inside their room, locking the door because they didn't want to be the next victim. They had been enduring all the craziness inside this place just because the salary was amazing. But at this point, they'd prefer to work a normal job as long as they felt safe.

"S—Should we call for 911?" One maid asked the other while hiding in their bedroom.

"Don't! He will kill us if we dare to call the cops!" the other maid warned. "Let's just resign as soon as possible, so we don't need to face that monster."

"Yeah, I can't wait to resign. He looks perfect from the outside, but by the time Mrs. Gray leaves him, he becomes a monster that everyone fears."

"Mrs. Gray is the one who keeps him in check. Now that she's gone, his sanity is also gone."

Vincent's rage was unstoppable. He spent hours destroying everything in the mansion until at least 80% of the furniture in the huge living room was destroyed. 

Vincent was consumed by blind rage, and by the time he regained some of his sanity, the realization that he was completely alone dawned on him, making him unable to stand straight.

He fell on his knees, staring at the debris of ceramics and glass around him. 

He then looked around him and realized that he had lost so many things that Chloe had personally decorated.

Back then, he didn't care much about it, thinking that Chloe was being stupid with her low-class hobby of decorating the mansion with cheap stuff she personally selected from a local store.

She wasn't particularly fond of expensive stuff they could get to decorate, and Vincent always covered all of this embarrassing cheap stuff when he had a party in the mansion.

But now that everything had been destroyed, he noticed the aching in his heart.

Something was missing, and he didn't know what.

All he knew was that he made a huge mistake by letting Chloe go back then.

"I should've tied her up, making sure that she will never be able to escape me," Vincent murmured. "Now look what happens when she's not under my control? She becomes an absolute bitch who dares to turn against me, her own husband who took care of her for ten years."

Unfortunately, no matter how many times Vincent groveled over this, he knew he would never be able to retrieve what had already gone.

"Chloe… Chloe Gray…" he murmured her name as he felt empty inside.