Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"Isn't that what you want, Vincent Gray?" Vincent waited until the anger subsided, but he couldn't. He got even angrier with the fact that he might have… just a little… wanting to protect Chloe.

Vincent was surprised by his own feeling because he thought it was stupid.

So weak.

So stupid.

So pathetic.

Vincent scoffed as he ridiculed himself, "Vincent Gray, isn't that a bit funny to hear? You— the Master of Gray family, the billionnaire that everyone loved, actually wanted to protect your stupid, worthless wife?"

Why?

Vincent continued thinking the whole ordeal was pretty funny. He just wanted to ensure that Chloe would return to him sooner or later by her desperation because she had nowhere else to go.

He wanted to make her kiss his feet and begged like a discarded whore on the street because he was her only savior.

So far, the plan seemed to be working smoothly. He had successfully cut contact with everyone around Chloe, forcing her into prostitution by hiding behind this unknown millionaire for now.

Vincent exited the bedroom and sat on the bed. He was in his bedroom right now, and contrary to people's expectations, he was all alone.

He could always call a woman to accompany him for the night, but he never had the urge after Chloe left.

It was weird because he went full throttle when Chloe was around.

But now, when she left him, he just had no urge.

Most of the time, he finished himself by masturbating while staring at a few framed pictures of him and Chloe.

Vincent scoffed again, "Ah, isn't that a bit stupid? Why am I jacking off to that filthy woman? She is not even beautiful."

"Maybe I just need her here. I can get off by looking at her dramatic freakout," Vincent chuckled out of amusement. "I still remember how funny and dramatic she was when I fucked a new woman in the living room while she was breastfeeding baby Mackie."

Vincent stared at the big framed picture above the TV. It was their wedding photo, and just as he said before, Chloe looked gorgeous in that photo.

She was wearing a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of roses and hugging Vincent's arm with the other.

Her doe eyes were bright and full of happiness, a trait that Vincent hadn't seen for years.

Vincent's eyes deepened with malice as he kept staring at Chloe's picture.

"I don't understand why you are overreacting about all this? You should be happy that I invited you to see some of my side-chicks. That means I'm introducing you to them, so they know that they shouldn't wish to be my wife, because I have one," Vincent said. "After all, they are all just discardable side pieces, you should be proud to be my only wife."

Vincent still didn't understand Chloe's line of thinking. She should be happy to bear his surname and that he was loyal to her.

He was everything she could ever wish for.

Yet, she left without reason.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm a very amicable man. I will forgive you as long as you admit that you're just a nobody without me," Vincent said. "This might as well be an interesting game to spice up our married life."

Vincent went out of the bedroom and headed to the dining room.

As usual, the cooks had prepared everything for Vincent. He had hired the best cooks and even a chef from a Michelin-star restaurant to cook him dinner.

But when he sat and took a light sip of the soup, he paused and then put the spoon back.

He glanced at the maid standing stiff in the corner of the dining room.

"You, come here," Vincent ordered.

The maid jolted. She was scared that her boss might lash out at her. He was usually very calm and controlled most of the time. But when it was about dinner, he wouldn't hesitate to berate or fire people in front of him.

The maid braced herself and walked towards Vincent.

"Who made this soup?" Vincent asked.

"T—That would be the new chef you just recruited, Master Gray…" the maid replied weakly.

"I see…" Vincent grabbed the ceramic bowl and smashed it on the floor until it shattered.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

The maid jolted when she saw the bowl shattered into pieces on the floor.

Vincent continued tasting the rest of the food on the table. He never actually requested expensive food. He just requested home cooking, food that was akin to being cooked by regular housewives.

He tested the chicken, the fish, the salad, and even mashed potatoes, and he dropped every ceramic plate and bowl to the floor.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

CRACK! CRUNCH!

CRACK! CRUNCH!

The maid's body trembled. She was so close to shrieking because Master Gray's expression was nothing but terrifying.

Master Vincent Gray wasn't really a man who would yell or scream when he was mad.

He would rather show his displeasure with his face, which was damn effective. Because everyone was absolutely terrified of him.

He used to be fairly reasonable when the house mistress, Mrs Chloe Gray, was still around.

He dumped all his displeasure and bullied Mrs Chloe Gray until she couldn't handle it and often cried hysterically.

All the maids knew about it and even often saw Mrs Gray's hysterical cries.

But they did nothing because Master Gray told them not to bother with her. Apparently, he said that Mrs Gray was just a crazy bitch, and that was all about her.

However, when Mrs Gray finally left the mansion, the title of crazy was better suited for Master Gray now.

He became so unreasonable, unpredictable, erratic and yelled at everyone. He also fired so many people, dramatically increasing the turnover of the maids in this mansion.

After shattering all the ceramic and glass bowls and plates on the floor, he asked the maid with a thin smile, "Now, do you understand what I'm hinting on here?"