Vincent's head was ringing as he stepped out of his car, and the harsh afternoon sun in his eyes didn't help matters.
He had a blast last night in the hotel room with Priscilla— his secretary and one of his longest affairs. Priscilla had already spent 4 years with him, but she still wanted more - she wanted a wedding ring! She wanted to be his lawfully wedded wife!
He shook his head at the scary thought, and his head ached further. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk so much, but Priscilla was making a scene.
He recalled what transpired in the morning…
"Just divorce your fatass wife already. You don't love her anymore, right? You don't even like her! Heck, you can't even look at her for more than 10 seconds!" Priscilla shouted, and Vincent scowled.
The idea of divorcing Chloe was completely out of the picture. Whenever Priscilla mentioned it, he would either ignore her or tell her to knock it off.
"She is still a good wife. She just became ugly after getting pregnant and giving birth to our daughter," Vincent replied. "Besides, the public already sees me as a faithful husband. It would be bad press if I got a divorce."
As crazy as it sounded, he always took his wife's side when he got cornered by Priscilla, and Priscilla didn't understand why!
Priscilla scowled. "It would also be bad press if I told the tabloids about our four year affair!"
Vincent then glared at her menacingly, and Priscilla hurriedly added..
"Oh, come on, You will have ME as your new wife, that's like– a big upgrade!" She said, trying to convince him to see things from her point of view.
"Besides, if it's just cooking, washing dishes, doing the laundry, you can just hire maids for us!" Priscilla then rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger at his chest. "I've been with you for 4 years, don't be a wishy-washy little bitch! Don't tell me you still have feelings for your ugly wife?"
Vincent remained silent, as though her words weren't worth listening to. Priscilla stomped her foot, but Vincent didn't respond.
"I'm warning you. I'm not going to tolerate this forever, so you better commit to our relationship! I want a huge diamond wedding ring, and you better make sure it's 24 carats!"
He didn't give her a second glance. Priscilla seethed in anger. She tied her hair back into a high ponytail, took her bags and left, pointedly slamming the door shut. Vincent winced at the noise. His head hurt, but he took another shot of gin for breakfast as he stared down at the city.
He didn't want to see Chloe, but he had to see his daughter, since it was his duty as a father.
**
Vincent parked his car in the garage. He might've hit the bumper, but he didn't care. For now, he just wanted to see his daughter Mackenzie.
He felt guilty for missing out on his daughter's special day. He was so caught up in the mood with Priscilla that he had abandoned everything else last night.
Vincent opened the door leading to the living room. His eyes scanned around, looking for his adorable daughter. However he only saw his wife— Chloe Gray - sitting on the couch, casting him a look that could be described as a mix of anger and disappointment.
"Welcome home," Chloe greeted, her voice colder than ice. "Do you know what time is it already? I'm surprised you found your way back here. I thought you'd forgotten about us."
Vincent held his head as his head started aching at the sound of her nagging voice. He walked towards Chloe, "Where's Mackenzie? I will bring her to the mall."
"She's at my mom's house right now," Chloe replied. "She didn't get the birthday she deserved, so I told her that she could celebrate with her grandma and cousins there."
Vincent frowned, "Why'd you do that? We always celebrate Mackie's birthday together. I just missed a day!"
"A day?!" Chloe glared at him. "Vincent Gray, do you not realize that you've been away for months!? I can count with my fingers how many times you have returned home in the past 3 months! If you want to spend your time with that harpy of a secretary, JUST GO!"
"Oh, shut up, Chloe. I ain't got time for this shit! So what? I toy around with her on the job, that doesn't mean I'm not exhausted from work! Hell, you're just making things worse! Arguing with you exhausts me even more!" Vincent yelled back at her, highly annoyed. He came home today to celebrate his daughter's birthday, not to listen to Chloe yelling about the same thing repeatedly.
"Exhausted?" Chloe bit her lower lip. Her fists had been clenched the whole time as she was so close to punching this estranged husband of hers.
But she was ready for a bigger hit than just a punch. She was ready to risk it all after she spent the whole night crying about it. The family Chloe had painstakingly tried to keep together had finally crumbled into pieces when she signed that paper.
She hadn't slept the whole night. No matter how many times she closed her eyes, they would burst open whenever she heard the sound of a car outside, hoping that it was Vincent's car.
But it was never Vincent, because that bastard of a man was spending his time ravaging his secretary in the hotel room, ignoring his real family.
Chloe took the divorce paper from the table and shoved it at Vincent's chest.
Vincent stumbled slightly. He was taken aback, squinting at the document . He was still dizzy and could hardly read such small words.
"What the hell is this?" He demanded.
"I'm making you exhausted? Fine, let that thing be your remedy," Chloe said. "That's our divorce document. I've filled in my part and signed it. You just need to do your part. Do I need to call your secretary to help, seeing how you're drunk as a dog?"