Divorced My Scum Husband Married His Evil Brother Novels & Stories

"Are you insane?" "What are you doing here, Marcus?" I was surprised by how steady my voice sounded when inside I was shaking. "I came to talk sense into you." He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and tossed it on my coffee table that was really a cardboard box I had covered with a tablecloth. "Divorce papers. You can't be serious about this." "I'm completely serious." I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing a bra and my hair was in a messy bun and I probably had soy sauce on my shirt.

Everyone feared their elder brother. So when I saw the CEO I married begin playing with his fingers and rubbing his palms together out of anxiety, I wasn't shocked. “It's okay. He can do what he wants. We're getting a divorce.” The words slipped out before I could stop them and they all turned in my direction abruptly. “Good,” Dominic said slowly. “Then don't hesitate. Make sure you follow through.” Hayes opened his mouth to say something but shut it when Dominic turned, shooting him a hard glare before walking away.

Letters of demand from the banks began piling up, and debt collectors surrounded the Swanson villa every day, demanding payment. Kayla, who used to be extremely obedient and submissive toward Justin, quickly realized that the ship was sinking and immediately filed for divorce, demanding her portion of his assets. They then went on to make a huge scene about it, becoming the talk of the town. Now, the former loving couple was in court, tearing each other apart and exposing each other's dirtiest, most disgusting secrets. It was just horrifying to even watch. Everyone in Cornton witnessed Justin's downfall and mocked him for trading his gold for gravel. It ultimately landed him in a sticky mess

“We tried to stop him.” Micah’s jaw ticks. “Leave us.” She scrambles away, pulling the door shut. Now, I’m left with two men that hate each other’s guts. “You have some nerve, Grayson.” Stefan takes a threatening step forward, index finger pointed at Micah. “Not only you trying to poach my client behind my goddamn back, but you’re actually fucking my wife!” I sigh, long and loud. “I’m not your wife, Stefan. We signed the divorce papers.”

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

I stopped abruptly when I heard a fiery laughter, "Hahaha! Bruna, even if God himself descends on earth he can't stop me from marrying you." That was my evil brother. My heart ached when I heard Bruna crying for me. I ran at the top speed, my eyes searching for my wife. My feet stopped and my eyes widened when I saw my wife chained in front of the devil. He got closer to my wife, hardly any space between their lips. "Your disabled husband won't be able to stop me from kissing you and making you my wife."

"Honey, what's wrong? Is work not going well? Or did I do something to make you angry?" The moment her hand touched my arm, I instinctively pulled away. Vivienne's hand froze mid-air. Her eyes instantly welled up as she started her usual routine. "Honey, are you disgusted with me now? Do you think I'm too obsessed with my brother because I keep asking you to spend money on Dylan? But I have no choice. Dylan is still young. He's my only brother. If I don't take care of him, who will?” "My parents never loved me growing up. Only Dylan is close to me. I really can't abandon him..."

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

His eyes turned red, and his voice was shaking. He looked at his sister with sadness in his eyes and said, "Elizabeth, I don't want to lie to you, you have hurt me so deeply. My wife left me because I failed to appreciate her. I allowed you to control our marriage. I hope you are happy now that I am going to be divorced." Elizabeth was over the moon. She wanted to rush to her brother and hug him, but she restrained herself. It was the best news ever. Finally, he got rid of the gold digger.

He stepped back one more time, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. "What the hell do you mean you're still married to my brother, huh?" Liam snapped. His voice cut through the air like a blade. Sharp. Bitter. Loud enough that a couple people outside the bar turned to stare. I folded my arms, chin high, and let the words roll off my tongue like I’d been waiting to say them. “What else do you think I mean, Liam? Your stupid brother didn’t even notice I used the wrong signature on the divorce papers — not the one I signed on our marriage certificate. The legal one.”