Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Shailene thought that she had to be close to Dorothea enough until she got the chance to meet Vernon at an event.

Who would've expected that he suddenly gave her a call, asking for a therapy session? It was almost like a dream come true for Shailene. She was trying her hardest not to scream out of excitement at that time.

Until she realized that Vernon's problem was about this woman called Chloe, the same woman who ruined their relationships and the same woman who ruined Vernon's childhood.

"That's why I want to wake you up, Vernon," Shailene said firmly. "I want you to know how much I care for you. You won't find a woman who has you in my mind more than I do."

"And that Chloe bitch?" Shailene's gaze got cold as she mentioned Chloe. She scorned, full of contempt, "She can rot in hell. What a manipulative woman, trying to take advantage of a vulnerable heart just to get what she wants."

"Ah, can't wait to have him by my side again," Shailene said. "I miss him so much…."

**

A week passed, and Shailene was preparing herself in her home office. She had to look proper in front of her client, so it would convince the client that Shailene was a professional worthy of being hired.

She waited in her living room until midnight and heard a door knock after 00.00.

Knock. Knock.

Shailene's heart jumped. She couldn't help to curse out of reflex, "God-fucking-damn-it, why did she knock right when it's midnight? Has she been waiting in front of my door for a while?"

Shailene was creeped out, but after another knock, she walked to the door and checked through the peephole.

She was surprised when she saw a black woman in her 20s. She was young— too young to be able to befriend Dorothea since Dorothea's friends were mostly women of her age or just slightly younger or older.

She was also gorgeous, with her tall and slim body. Shailene almost mistook her for a supermodel.

'Is this really my client? She doesn't look sick or mentally deranged. Can I really get any information about the Gray family from her?' Shailene started doubting her client's usefulness. She didn't have time to handle another mentally sick woman right now, especially one like Dorothea, who had a lot of emotional baggage.

'But this woman got my contact from Dorothea. Let's just hope that she has good news for me.'

Thus, Shailene put up her sweetest smile and opened the door.

She smiled at the black woman who was a head taller than her, "Miss Diamond Johnson?"

Diamond nodded in response, "May I come in?"

"Oh, sure! Follow me, Miss, we can start your therapy in my home office."

Shailene opened the door for Diamond and led the woman into her home office.

"Please lay there, Miss," Shailene pointed at the chaise lounge while preparing a warm tea glass as a welcome gift.

Diamond obediently lay on the chaise lounge. She kept staring at Shailene's back, who was busy preparing tea for her.

"I have been expecting you, Miss Johnson, I can't wait to meet and talk to you," Shailene tried to sound hospitable as she was brewing tea. "After all, Madam Gray is my main client, so it's my pleasure to treat you here."

"I have been expecting you as well," Diamond said. But her voice was cold and unfeeling, which made Shailene uncomfortable.

But she maintained her amiable persona and took it as a joke instead, "Haha, you're funny, Miss."

If Shailene turned her back now, she would see a pair of eyes full of hostility, as if Diamond couldn't wait to end her life.

Shailene returned to Diamond with a glass of hot tea. She put it on the small table right beside the chaise lounge and sat on the seat on her usual seat.

She picked up her pen and notes, then crossed her legs, a sign that she was ready to do her work, "Alright, time to start the session, shall we? Miss Diamond Johnson, may you state your name, age, and occupation first?"

…

"Diamond Johnson, 23, Secretary."

Shailene was genuinely surprised by the answer, "Twenty-three and you're already friends with Madam Dorothea Gray? Wow!"

"Well, since you said that you're a secretary, does that mean you're working for the Gray business? Maybe you're Mr. Vincent Gray's secretary? That will explain your connection with Madam Gray."

"… You talk too much for a psychologist. Shouldn't you listen to your client first?" Diamond said condescendingly.

"Oh, my apology, I got excited because I see Madam Gray more like a friend than a client," Shailene said. She was about to say 'like a mother-in-law,' but she had to wait until Vernon married her to have that title. "Well, Miss Johnson, you just need to take a deep breath for now, inhale and exhale… and once you feel more relaxed, you can start talking to me about your problem."

Diamond followed the instruction that Shailene gave, but she didn't feel relaxed at all.

She felt vengeful.

She wanted to take down this bitch for complicating things between Dorothea, Chloe, and Vernon.

Diamond knew that Shailene was doing it out of spite, maybe she still loved Vernon or just wanted to be part of the Gray family.

Nevertheless, she messed with her family too, since she already saw Chloe as a sister from another mother— and father.

Other than that, Diamond also had a personal matter with this woman simply because of what Shailene did to one of her clients a few years back.

"I do have a personal problem," Diamond said. "It's about my big brother, Derik."

Shailene started to guess about the problem this man named Derik had, "So it's a family problem, I see," Shailene murmured as she started writing down her note. "Please continue, Miss."

Diamond smirked momentarily and continued, "He was bullied in middle school, and his depression worsened each day. So he got assigned to a psychologist to treat his depression and trauma."