Vincent returned home, his head spinning as he stepped out of the car. He had a wild night in the hotel room with Priscilla, his secretary and long-time mistress of four years. As they celebrated his infidelity, Priscilla mentioned something about the wedding ring, but Vincent shook his head to ward off the thought, possibly due to the excessive drinking.
"Just divorce your wife already. You don't care about her anymore, right? Heck, you can't even look at her for more than 10 seconds!" Priscilla shouted, hitting a sensitive spot for Vincent.
"She's still a good wife, just became unattractive after gaining weight and giving birth to our daughter," Vincent replied, still taking his wife's side even when cornered by Priscilla.
"Oh, come on, if it's just cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry. You can just hire maids!" Priscilla rolled her eyes. "I've been with you for 4 years, don't be a wishy-washy little bitch!"
…
Vincent remained silent, seemingly ignoring her, much to Priscilla's dismay.
"Urrgh! Fine, I'm out of here! I don't want to spend my life like this forever, you better commit to our relationship! Oh, I want my ring, and make sure it's a diamond!"
He didn't give her a glance as she wrapped her hair into a ponytail, grabbed her bag, and left, slamming the door behind her. Meanwhile, Vincent stared at the cityscape below from the balcony, with another shot of gin in hand, preparing himself for another wild ride.
**
Vincent parked his car in the garage, wondering if he might've hit the bumper. He wasn't sure, 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, as he was too caught up in his revelry with Priscilla to notice anything else.
Vincent opened the door leading to the living room, his eyes scanning around and finding his wife, Chloe Gray, sitting on the couch, radiating a mix of anger and disappointment.
"Welcome home," Chloe greeted with a cold voice. "I'm surprised you found your way back here. I thought you'd forgotten already. It's already past noon, by the way."
Vincent wobbled as he walked toward Chloe, "Where's Mackenzie? I'll bring her to the Mall."
"She's staying with her grandma and cousins," Chloe replied. "She didn't get the birthday celebration she deserved, so I told her she could celebrate with her grandma and cousins over there."
Vincent frowned, "Why did you do that? We always celebrated Mackie's birthday together. I just missed a day!"
"A day?!" Chloe's glare intensified. "Vincent Gray, do you not realize that you've been away for months! I can count on my fingers how many times you've returned home in the past three months! If you want to spend your time with your secretary, JUST GO!"
"Oh, shut up, Chloe. I don't have time for this crap! So what? I flirt with her on the job, don't ignore the fact that I'm exhausted from work alone! Hell, arguing with you exhausts me even more!" Vincent's annoyance grew, and he came home to celebrate his daughter's birthday, not to face Chloe's repetitive complaints.
"Exhausted?" Chloe's lower lip trembled. Her fists had been clenched the whole time, holding back her anger and frustration.
She was ready for more than just a fight, though. She was ready for everything after she spent the whole night crying about it, thinking that the family she so painstakingly tried to keep together crumbled down when she signed that paper.
She hadn't slept a wink. 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.
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 pushed the divorce paper onto Vincent's chest.
Vincent was taken aback, his vision blurry. He struggled to read the small words.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, his voice slurred.
"I'm making you exhausted? Fine, let that be your cure," Chloe said, her voice acidic. "That's a divorce paper. I've filled it out and signed it. You do your part, or should I call your secretary to help, seeing how you're drunk beyond recognition?"
