Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

'But, if she didn't want me, why did she take the initiative to kiss me? Why did she call me husband?' Vernon questioned himself, trying to make sense of the situation that happened last night.

'She is grossed out with me, but why did she treat me so gently when I was drunk? She could've showed her true face, no need to be so fake when I can't even remember anything….'

Vernon had many questions in his head, but he had no answer for any of them. The way things happened last night made him question the whole thing, especially his hatred towards her.

He started to doubt his mind because how she treated him when he was drunk was different from his expectation.

'Where is her disgust? Why is she not disgusted with me?' Vernon asked himself. 'I was drunk as shit, but she… she didn't make that grossed-out expression.'

Vernon was in deep thought until he heard another banging on the door.

"BAD UNCLE, COME OUT! MACKIE WANTS TO BEAT YOU FOR BULLYING MOMMY!"

Vernon heard his feisty niece challenge him in a fight as if she had a chance. He knew he should just ignore his little niece. But there was this undying petty rivalry the moment they met, and Vernon would never lose to a little girl, that was for sure!

"BIG BAD UNCLE, MACKIE WILL FIGHT YOU!"

"Tch, that little girl needs a spanking," Vernon tried to get up from the bed amidst the hangover.

It was a terrible hangover because every time he tried to get up, he'd feel the world was spinning, and he fell back to his bed.

This happened for a while until he got aggravated and started hitting his head a few times.

Vernon tried to get up again. He grabbed the drawer near him and turned on a few more dim lights in his bedroom to ensure that he wouldn't be shocked by the sudden light when he opened the door.

He had many hangovers when he hit his twenties because he liked drinking his night away with a woman by his side. So he was used to the absolute shitty hangover in the morning after being dead drunk the previous night.

Vernon was still naked, so he walked to his closet and grabbed whatever sweatpants to wear before walking towards the door and twisting the knob.

Vernon opened the door slowly. He was ready to blast at his sister-in-law and his niece. It would be a relaxing thing to clear the growing doubt in his head.

However…

He forgot to get angry when he saw the scene in front of him.

He saw Chloe wearing his loose shirt that was way too big on her petite body. The low-cut V-neck shirt exposed her neck and cleavage, which was covered with dark hickeys. It was proof of what Vernon did to her last night.

And it was… so fucking hot.

Verno swallowed her saliva as his mind blanked out. He could not do anything but stare unblinkingly at the hickeys around Chloe's neck and boobs.

In fact, he started to count the number of visible hickeys he made on her body.

'Ten… eleven… twelve… thirteen….'

The more he counted, the more he got aroused. Vernon didn't realize that his big cock was hard again. The size made it unhidden as the shape was printed so clearly beneath the sweatpants.

'Damn, I want to kiss the hickeys one by one…' the little devil called intrusive thought started influencing his mind, and he tried hard not to just… do her right here, right now.

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Chloe was also dazed for a while. She was already terrified, thinking that Vernon would blast at her.

But he just stood menacingly, staring at her, but their eyes didn't meet because Vernon was actually checking something else.

Chloe followed Vernon's line of sight and gasped when she realized he was checking the hickeys around her neck and upper boobs.

She was kneeling in front of Vernon because she tried to hold Mackie down. So the direct view in front of her was Vernon's cock slowly hardening until its shape and size became visible under his sweatpants.

'It's rock hard again…' Chloe thought. 'So big…'

Luckily, Mackie didn't see that. Because she was busy looking up at Uncle Vernon's face. She was so short compared to Uncle Vernon, but she feared nothing!

"Uncle! How dare you hit Mackie's Mommy with a Police stick! Mackie will hit you back!" Mackie said fearlessly.

"Police stick?" Vernon asked.

"YES!" Mackie said without hesitation. "Mackie saw Mommy's inner thighs are so red! Uncle must've hit Mommy's thighs with a police stick!"

"M—Mackie!" Chloe swiftly covered Mackie's mouth and grabbed her from behind. She panicked. Not wanting to make things worse, she quickly picked Mackie up and rushed downstairs.

She gave Vernon a pitiful, begging look, hoping that Vernon would not be angry. But after realizing that Vernon was still dazed, she said nothing and rushed downstairs with Mackie in her hand.

Mackie struggled for a while and continued yelling at her Uncle, "UNCLE, MACKIE WILL HIT YOU BACK! MACKIE WILL PROTECT MOMMY!"

"MOMMY, PUT ME DOWN! MACKIE CAN BEAT THAT BIG BAD WOLF!"

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Vernon was still trying to process what had just happened in front of him. He stared at the empty kitchen from across his bedroom. The scene of his sister-in-law wearing his loose t-shirt while covered in hickeys was too strong of stimulation for Vernon, making him short-circuited for a while.

He even forgot that he should've been angry at his sister-in-law and little niece, all because of Chloe's tits.

"Damn, those hickey-covered-tits are so deadly for me," Vernon mumbled.

After he regained some composure, he got something else bugging his mind. He looked down and pulled his sweatpants a bit just to peek at his 'police stick.'

"It's obviously bigger and thicker than a police stick," Vernon said, feeling annoyed that his size had been downgraded so much by that ignorant devil spawn.