Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Chloe got up and pulled a few sheets of tissue to wipe the cum on her lips and chest. Her eyes followed Vernon, who rushed to the bathroom, probably taking a shower and preparing himself for the day.

Chloe walked towards the bathroom door and knocked twice;

"Um… Vernon, I've prepared banana-apple juice for you. I've also ordered a takeout. You don't need to cook anything,"

'Ah, crap,' Vernon cursed inaudibly as he heard Chloe at the door. He wanted to say that he'd rather cook by himself than eat trash food, but he didn't want to hurt Chloe's feelings.

So he politely rejected, "I'll just drink the banana-apple juice you made!" Vernon said. "I'm not too hungry!"

"Okay…" Chloe was a bit stumped, but she already knew that Vernon was a picky eater, and no matter what food she ordered, he'd probably hate all of it except for the one she cooked. "I'll leave now!" Chloe shouted as she heard the shower was turned on inside the bathroom.

"Wait, Chloe!" Vernon's voice stopped her.

"Yes?"

"Did you have Vincent and Dorothea blocked?" he asked.

"Ah— uhm… I blocked Vincent a few months ago. I don't know about Dorothea…." Chloe said. She tried to remember whether she had blocked Dorothea or not. But found out that Dorothea had just slipped out of her mind.

She always thought that Dorothea didn't give a shit about her, so they ignored each other and continued with their own lives.

She wondered why Vernon mentioned this now. He never seemed to be bothered whether she had them blocked or not.

So what changed him?

"Block her too," Vernon said decisively while taking a shower.

"Um, okay…" Chloe obeyed though she found it unnecessary since Dorothea and she didn't have any conversation after Dorothea's birthday party in the Gray mansion.

"I'm serious, Chloe. Check your call logs. She had been terrorizing your phone the entire night," Vernon informed. His tone sounded serious— too serious, in fact.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)v????l(F)ire

Chloe almost gasped when she realized that Vernon must've checked her phone, which wasn't locked by any password.

Vincent always accused her of cheating for the smallest reason, including putting a password in her phone. It went as far as scolding her if she dared to lock her room or bathroom.

So she forgot to put a password because it had become a habit to keep everything exposed in front of Vincent, or he'd go nuts.

"… Sorry, I checked. She just kept blasting your phone last night. So I turned your phone off," Vernon admitted.

"Ah— I—it's okay…."

Honestly, Chloe didn't mind at all. She had nothing to hide from Vernon— as long as Vernon didn't check the gallery, of course, because Chloe saved the pictures of Vernon when he was little.

It was just a memory of the sweet past, but it'd still be embarrassing if he knew that Chloe kept his pictures.

"Um… I will leave now, Vernon," Chloe said.

She quickly left Vernon's bedroom. She went down and entered her bedroom to check her phone, and there she saw another missed call from Dorothea Gray.

It was weird because she believed she had no real feud against Dorothea.

That old woman was busy being a socialite, joining or throwing one fancy party after another. She always looked down on Chloe for being too ordinary.

Chloe wanted to join one or two of her parties, but Vincent always told her no and ridiculed her for buying a cheap dress, let alone an expensive one.

So she had no choice but to refuse all of Dorothea's invitations…

Chloe checked the logs and was shocked by how many times Dorothea tried to call her.

In total, Dorothea blasted her phone with twenty-one missed calls.

"What does she want?" Chloe wondered. Since there was no feud between them, Chloe believed that Dorothea wanted something from her. "Did Vincent finally tell her to start terrorizing me too? But I thought she said that my married life with Vincent is not her problem…."

Chloe remembered how often she complained that Vincent was 'cold' or 'unfeeling' towards Dorothea, and she got a cold shoulder.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when Chloe braced herself and told Dorothea about Vernon's affair, and she remembered Dorothea's response vividly;

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"The only thing you have of worth is between your thighs."

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Thus, Chloe simply removed Dorothea from her mind and focused on escaping Vincent's grasp in her own way.

"Is this Vincent's doing, or Dorothea wants something else?" Chloe suspected. Her eyes darted to the door facing hers, where Mackie was still sleeping. "Does she want Mackie?"

Mackie was Dorothea's most beloved grandchild. There were many children around Mackie's age within the branch family of the Gray family, but none enjoyed the privilege that Mackie experienced.

But that didn't matter because no way in hell would Chloe allow Mackie to meet with Dorothea.

Her phone ringtone broke the silence as she was still thinking about Dorothea's intention. She checked the caller ID, and it was Dorothea again.

"What's with her persistence? What's happening with her?" Chloe bit her lower lip. She grew increasingly nervous as she wondered what to do.

Naturally, she should've obeyed Vernon's words to ignore the call and block Dorothea's number, just like what she did to Vincent's and her entire family's phone numbers because all of them were just toxic.

But she had this sense of crisis. Her gut feeling told her that she'd miss something important if she cut Dorothea out of her life.

Chloe stared at the phone and waited until the call ended. She took a deep breath and promised in her mind;

'If she calls me again, I will pick it up this time, and only for one time,' Chloe told herself. 'I want to know what's on her mind, or maybe she's just trying to pressure me to return to Vincent, just like the rest of my family do.'

Chloe waited for another five minutes, and when she got the 22nd call from Dorothea, she decided to pick up the call.