Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Priscilla was like a mad woman, similar to the Joker lady in the video. She smashed anything she could find to vent out her frustration.

She had been persevering for so long, moving to a cramped, ugly apartment and working in Walmart with those ugly desperate people because she believed that Vincent would eventually take her back.

But now that Chloe had become absolutely stunning once more, the probability of her and Vincent being together had been reduced to almost zero percent.

As dolled up as Priscilla could be, she knew that she was no match against Chloe in her current state.

Priscilla's chest rose up and down as she smashed a mirror on the wall. She stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror and saw a shell of her former self. She looked like a hot mess, and her eyes were red because she kept crying while raging around her apartment room.

Her tears slowly dropped from the corner of her eyes without her knowing, and she slumped to the floor like a broken doll. She started sobbing as she felt despair crawling inside her heart.

She saw blood on the floor, it seemed she had stepped on some of the glass shards scattered on the floor after she smashed that mirror, but she didn't care.

"Fuck you, Chloe. I fucking hate you," Priscilla muttered. She had no more energy to rage on, but the excruciating feeling in her heart lingered.

"I can't let this happen. I've been with him for years, I can't let those bitches ruin it for me," Priscilla said. She clenched her fist as she couldn't endure the pain in her heart.

She knew that Chloe was the main threat to her relationship with Vincent, but she also knew how much of a playboy Vincent could be and how many women wanted to be on his bed. "I can't be like this forever. I have to do something before Chloe or any woman out there takes Vincent away!"

Thus, Priscilla started searching through the internet and called some of the people she befriended when she was working with Vincent. The first thing she wanted to do was to track every woman that had been with Vincent before her and also some of the flings that he had whenever he was bored.

She knew she couldn't kill each of those women since at least 80% of them were from distinguished families or had security guards surrounding them. Even Chloe, Priscilla believed that Chloe was being kept by an old, rich, and powerful millionaire, which meant she had plenty of bodyguards around her. So it was almost impossible for Priscilla to actually reach and kill that bitch.

But she had one way to make sure that Vincent would be available only for her.

Priscilla smirked from ear to ear as her mind wandered, thinking about her time together with Vincent and how things would be better once they married. She was no different than the female Joker in the video, lacking the scar on her cheek.

Was she mad? Perhaps.

But she knew really well she was madly in love with Vincent and would do anything to get him back.

"Hihi… hihihi…" Priscilla couldn't help but giggle. "I should've done this sooner. If I can't get him to be by my side, then I just have to force him."

**

Vincent had just finished another meeting with one of his business partners. Things went awry after the Gray foundation scholarship incident, which created a ripple in his ever-steady business, so he had to clear up a few things.

Vincent slumped on his office sofa and pulled his tie so she could breathe, "That old bitch will have to pay later. I've been so kind to her by allowing her to live her miserable life, but she decided to go against me for whatever reason."

Vincent tried to remember if he had done anything bad to his stupid mother.

But nope.

All he did was ignore her existence, which was already generous enough because he could always kill her anytime he wanted if he needed extra cash since she also had a lot of Gray family inheritance under her name right now.

But he was already a billionaire on his own, so he simply abandoned that old woman alone.

Vincent sighed, "Things are just so bad right now," he murmured. "Many of my business partners are dissatisfied with my performance for whatever reason, and many of them started nullifying our contracts."

Honestly, Vincent didn't give a damn about those smaller business partners that he had. Whether they stayed working with him or not didn't actually affect him much.

But when the big corporations also began to back off, he knew he had to do something to maintain the power and influence of his century-old company.

"This is all because of her," Vincent said. He closed his eyes, and the only face he saw was Chloe, smiling for him, crying for him, begging for him. She did everything for him, and he liked that a lot.

Vincent quickly opened his eyes and gritted his teeth.

No matter how often he tried to brush off the image of Chloe from his mind, she would keep popping out in his dream, or even when he was just a bit dazed.

He would smile at him, the same smile she gave during their wedding day. The smile of absolute joy, as if nobody except Vincent would be able to fill the space in her heart.

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He hated the fact that he wasn't in control of his own mind and emotion when Chloe wasn't in his mansion like a caged canary.

"Obviously, I still am the person in her heart, no doubt about that," Vincent said confidently. "Just because that ungrateful bitch ran away from me, doesn't mean that she doesn't love me. But I have to bring her back into my mansion and lock her there, so she will stop making me feel confused like this."