Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Vincent sat in the backseat of his car as the chauffeur drove to the Gray Mansion. He got a call from his old mother about something unspecified, so he just had to prepare himself.

Vincent stared at the highway in a daze, thinking about someone, until he felt his phone vibrate.

Vincent checked the caller and picked it up immediately;

—

"Yes, Vernon?" Vincent asked.

"Big brother! Where are you now?"

"Heading to our home," Vincent replied. He smiled as he relaxed and leaned on the car seat. "Mom called me about something. But it shouldn't matter much. The family businesses are doing well as always. Why did you call? Is there any problem?"

Vincent was ready to help his little brother if needed. Since he knew that Vernon was still inexperienced, he might find a few stumbling blocks on his way to their cooperation.

"Ouch, I was going to visit your company!" Vernon said excitedly.

"Hm? For what? Is everything alright about your work?"

"Everything is good, brother. But I need your signature to process our work. Mainly because your name has a lot of power in it, so it'll be easier for me to do the lobbying with the higher-ups in the entertainment industry," Vernon said, mentioning their cooperation.

Vincent already guessed what Vernon needed. Vernon was still a Gray in his surname, of course. But he hadn't been involved with the family for ten years, so he was less known compared to Vincent, who was basically a household name now.

Vincent chuckled, "You can ask my secretary in the office."

"You mean…"

"No, not the condom one. That one is just for fun. I have a competent senior secretary who worked for Dad until he passed away. That secretary knows how to replicate my signature and also has my personal stamp. You can use it for whatever you need," Vincent gave clear instruction to Vernon, thinking it would help his little brother with their small project.

'ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N ovelBi(n)',

"Is that really okay, though?" Vernon asked. "I mean, your name is really important, Big brother. If you sign it without reading the documents, you might be in trouble…."

"It's just for our cooperation, right? It's still a small scale for now, so I don't care if you've experienced losses," Vincent said kindly. "Just make sure to save yourself first, since your company will be the one who got hit the hardest if it fails."

"Okay…"

Vincent noticed Vernon's dispirited tone and realized that he might've been too harsh on him, "Hey, bud, I trust you with my investment. I was just trying to ease you, so you don't feel too nervous about it."

"I know, thank you, brother!" Vernon said. "Ah, how about this? I will let your senior secretary sign it, and I'll scan and email it for you later, so you can read the document on the phone."

"Sounds good," Vincent agreed. He liked the way his little brother took everything so seriously."

"Okay, I'll go to your office now. Talk to you later, brother! Good luck meeting with Mom!"

"Mm, talk to you later, little bro," Vincent hung up the call first. He felt more refreshed just by talking with his little brother.

Vincent knew he wasn't really a good person, but he had cared for his little brother since he was a baby.

Their parents had always been a wreck of a family, so he was the one who made sure that Vernon was well taken care of.

'Until Chloe came to our life….'

Vincent had to admit that Chloe took care of him a little better, a lot better than he would ever do.

She acted like a nanny and big sister towards Vernon, even going as far as cuddling him to sleep when Vernon was a kid because Vernon heard the fight between their parents, something that Vincent could never do as he found it to be a sign of weakness of a man.

It was also one of the main reasons why he married Chloe because she could take care of Vernon attentively. She had a great motherly instinct as her nature.

'And I can't lie that she is a good mother. I never expect Mackie to be so smart and endearing, despite being a girl,' Vincent thought. 'But, Mackie is an exception that she's not dumb for being a girl because she has my blood. Not because of Chloe's nurture and teaching.'

p Vincent's expression gradually turned darker as he kept thinking about Chloe, 'That bitch has no gratitude. I picked her up from a slum from her single-mother household, officially married her, and put her in my mansion. What else does she need?'

'Tch, women are so dumb. Just look at her. She got everything, including me. Her status as Mrs. Gray makes every woman in this world jealous. Yet she wasted it.'

Vincent couldn't hold his anger as he kept thinking about Chloe. No matter from what angle, Chloe was the one who was wrong in his mind. That was why he wanted her to crawl back to him, admitting her fault for being an ungrateful little whore, and resume her wifely duty.

'That bitch, I will make sure that she pays for wasting my time thinking about how to punish her,' Vincent thought as he clenched his fist.

"Sir, we've arrived," the chauffeur said as he stopped the car right in front of the main door after a long drive from the gate to the mansion.

Vincent stared at his second home, the Gray Mansion, the mansion where he grew up with Vernon— and partially Chloe as she dated him for eight years before their wedding.

Vincent saw the old butler walk towards his car and open the door for him. Vincent got out of the car and fixed his cuff and hem.

The butler bowed his head deep, "Master, Madam Gray has been waiting for you."

"What does she want?" Vincent asked.

"Madam doesn't tell, Master. She just wants you to come."

"Fine, this better be important because I have lots to do."