Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Priscilla got tired of thinking about her mother, who didn't support her endeavor to stay in New York.

"She should've known by now that I can have him back! Vincent has been obsessed with me for so long, of course he won't just ditch me like I'm nothing!" Priscilla insisted.

Deep down, she knew that she was just deluding herself. She remembered vividly how Vincent slapped her so hard that she fell to the ground with a painful swollen cheek.

He was so rough and cruel to her that day that Priscilla wondered if he had fallen out of love because that kind of treatment was only something that Chloe got, not her.

"Well, maybe he is just in a bad mood. Maybe he just doesn't like how I seduced him that day," Priscilla kept trying to rationalize everything so she could maintain that good image of Vincent in her head.

Priscilla sighed, "I hope things will get better as soon as possible, I can't imagine myself working in that stupid place, surrounded by stupid people, and living in this cramped apartment for more than this!"

Feeling depressed after thinking about Vincent, Priscilla decided to unlock her phone. She started scrolling through random stuff on social media.

She stumbled upon a few luxury bags and watches ads on Instagram and had a bitter smile as he checked their price.

"Back then, I didn't even need to check on the price tags of everything I bought. I just gave it all to Vincent, and he would pay for all of them," Priscilla reminisced about her good memory with Vincent.

It lasted for years, and it was lovely. Vincent always told her that the only reason why he hadn't married her was that he had a wife already.

A wife that he didn't love.

Priscilla seriously thought everything would be smooth sailing and she would replace Chloe as the new Mrs. Gray.

She sighed and then continued scrolling through Instagram before changing to Twitter. She scrolled mindlessly before stopping when she saw a short video of two women seemingly arguing.

She frowned when she saw the retweets, likes, and reply ratio, "This should be today's trending then."

Priscilla clicked on the video, not expecting what kind of video it was. She just thought it was two celebrities fighting over the most trivial thing in the world, which was at least entertaining enough to pass the time.

But when the video started playing, she first saw the creepy lady with a long scar on her cheek, giving that image of a female Joker. She glared at everyone to the point that they almost popped out also didn't help her because now she looked like a creepy mad woman.

Priscilla quickly paused the video to look at the female joker and commented, "Holy shit, that's scary."

She thought that face was the trending topic of the day because it was already scary enough it could become a creepypasta on its own.

She also gave the other woman facing the Joker lady a quick check and felt somewhat familiar with her, "Uh... she somehow looks like that ugly bitch Chloe. But that woman is nothing but skin and bones, and her complexion isn't as healthy and ruddy as that," she commented. "This woman is gorgeous though. I'm worried that Vincent might actually like this woman because of her beauty and similarity to Chloe."

Priscilla felt a little uncomfortable thinking that Chloe would regain her glamorous body again. Because if she did, then she'd be as gorgeous as the woman in the video.

She had a pair of doe eyes and a sweet smile. That combination would be fatal as it was rare for any man to be able to resist them. Even Priscilla had to admit she was no match for Chloe at her prime. She saw plenty of young Chloe during her wedding day in Vincent's mansion, which sometimes made her insecure.

Her insecurity also heightened because sometimes, Vincent told her nobody could defeat the young Chloe's beauty in his eyes. She was the first woman to ever move his heart.

Luckily, that young Chloe had turned into a super ugly fat bitch. Now she became a skinny dying bitch, much to Priscilla's relief.

"Well, good thing that bitch stays skinny as hell. She looks like she'll die the next second," Priscilla sneered.

She pressed play and resumed the video.

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"Then you should blame this bitch! She is a two-faced bitch who sends someone to attack and carve this scar on me!"

"Watch your mouth, Chelsea! If you keep slandering me like this, then don't blame me if I take this to the court! Let's see how much you can pay for your bullshit!"

"I AM THE FUTURE WIFE OF VINCENT GRAY! DO YOU THINK I CAN'T PAY YOU? I CAN FUCKING BUY YOUR LIFE, YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!"

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Priscilla watched the whole thing without blinking. She was dazed for a long time, thinking she must be dreaming because she had heard something crazy just now.

"No, that can't be," Priscilla muttered. "There is no way Vincent would ditch me for an ugly fuck like this female joker."

She pressed the play button and heard the same thing. She did this repeatedly until she had forgotten how many times she played the video.

Priscilla's hand trembled. Her face paled instantly. She shook her head in denial, "No, Vincent is not an idiot. This woman is probably crazy, that's why she fantasizes about marrying Vincent. Crazy bitches surely want Vincent for themselves!"

However, no matter how often she tried to convince herself this woman was a crazy bitch who fantasized about marrying Vincent, she couldn't rest her heart.

She just couldn't accept that she'd be replaced by an ugly woman!

Thus, Priscilla started searching the top trends to get more information about this woman's identity. But nobody seemed to have any information regarding the man's identity, but she was appalled by the hashtags.

#VincentGrayWife

#VincentFutureWife

#VincentandJoker

#JokerLady