Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"Aww, you're so sweet, thank you so much, Vincent," Chelsea opened her arms, waiting for Vincent to hug her in front of her children and mother.

It would be better if he would kiss her right here, right now, so she could show off that she was the better sister in front of her mother.

Vincent's expression stiffened again, and there was a trace of anger on his face in a split second before returning to normal. Vincent smiled and hugged Chelsea. He patted her back and whispered, "You're such a demanding woman. You really know your worth, huh?"

Chelsea giggled when Vincent whispered, and she whispered back, now with a coquettish tone, "Of course, I know my worth, Mr. Gray. Or else, how could I not see that you want me so bad?"

Vincent clenched his fist behind Chelsea's back. His face got reddish as he was holding back so much. He was trying hard not to snap this bitch's head just to stop her from spewing bullshit.

"We'll see about that," he said sarcastically, though he doubted this dense bitch could read his intention.

Vincent grabbed Chelsea's shoulder and pushed himself from her because this woman was trying to hug him for as long as she could, much to his disgust.

Chelsea saw Vincent's reddish face after they hugged, and her heart was now covered with roses.

'Oh, he's such a sweetheart. He must be embarrassed to kiss me in front of everyone. Look at him, blushing just after hugging me!'

Chelsea couldn't hide her giddiness. She was like a high school girl getting a visit from her boyfriend.

Vincent tried to dodge her hot gaze by shifting his attention to his mother-in-law.

"Morning, Judith. Sorry I have been so busy these days, I can't really visit your house anymore, besides… you know…"

"Oh, it's fine, Vincent," Judith said. "I know that memory of Chloe must've hurt you so much. I tried to call her many times so she would stop being an idiot and return to you, but she had already blocked my number…."

'Blocked? Huh, that's new,' Vincent was amused. 'Did that bastard influence her? Maybe he did, because the old Chloe would never dare to do something like that.'

Vincent was saddened and shook his head, "It's fine. I believe she will return to me if she wants. I'm also trying to move on. It's hard to live while thinking about her 24/7."

"Oh, please, don't think about her, Vincent. I'm here for you," Chelsea interrupted. Her hand slowly crawled until she could hold Vincent's hand.

Vincent yanked his hand immediately, glaring at Chelsea and shocking everyone in the room.

Then he quickly fixed his expression and sighed, "Sorry, I was just… thinking about her. Give me a moment outside."

Vincent walked out of the room with his eyes downcast. He closed the door carefully, leaving Chelsea, who was about to explode out of joy.

Chelsea darted her eyes at her mother, "Don't you see that, Mom? He's moving on from that bitch Chloe to me! He finally realizes that I'm so much better than Chloe would ever be."

"Are you sure?" Judith asked. She was concerned. "Vincent has been so in love with Chloe for more than ten years. I don't think he can move on in just seven months."

Chelsea's happy mood turned sour instantly, and she glared at her mother, "Why are you doubting me? Do you think I'm not good enough for him?"

"No, that's not what I mean," Judith denied, but her voice gradually lowered as she got scared by her daughter's terrifying glare. "I just think it won't be that easy for you to steal his heart."

Chelsea snorted, "Hmph, I'll prove to you that I can make him fall in love with me. You're just blind because you keep thinking about that bitch Chloe."

"And all of you—" Chelsea darted her eyes at her four sons, huddled together as they were terrified by their mother's eyes. "Don't you dare to say anything in front of Uncle Vincent, especially you, Aaron-" she mentioned her oldest son. "If you dare to talk shit in front of him again, I'll beat the shit out of you."

Aaron- who was only six years old, got terrified by his mother's threat. He got pale and started crying on the spot.

Not that Chelsea cared so much. They were all boys. They could take a beating or two.

The most important right now was to focus on Vincent. She didn't want anything obstructing her from crawling inside his heart.

**

The Doctor came about fifteen minutes later with a nurse who pushed a tray. He drew near Chelsea's bed and asked, "Ready to open your bandage, Mrs. Davis?"

Chelsea was annoyed that she was still identified as 'Chelsea Davis,' taking her husband's surname. She was itching to tell them she was now 'Chelsea Gray.'

But she decided to keep her silence and nodded.

The Doctor took a metal scissor and started by cutting the strings of bandages until enough for him to twirl the bandage around her head. Chelsea closed her eyes until the Doctor said, "Okay, it's done, Mrs. Davis."

Chelsea heard gasps from all of her family members. She clenched her fist as she knew the scar must be nasty for them to react that way.

'It's fine, it's fine Chelsea. It doesn't matter if everyone finds you gross. Vincent would still love you. He can love that ugly bitch for ten years, and he will definitely love you forever.'

Once Chelsea opened her eyes, all she saw were the terrified expressions that her mother and children had made.

"This might look… bad, Mrs. Davis. But luckily. It's just a scar that doesn't affect your ability to chew food. I can recommend a cosmetic reconstructive surgeon that can restore at least 80% of your original appearance."

"You're free to leave the hospital after this, Mrs. Davis. Please excuse us."

As the doctor left, Chelsea's eyes scanned through the expression of each of her family members, then she asked, "Is it that bad?"