109 Chapter 109

'Wait— Chloe?! That fat, filthy blob?!'

Priscilla was confident that she knew everyone who talked with Vincent for four years. Something that was HER privilege that Chloe didn't have. Because for some reason, Vincent never wanted Chloe to work with him in the office, even though she offered multiple times, as she had the quality to be a good secretary.

But Vincent only scoffed at her, calling her a dumb bitch, and working as his secretary required a lot of brain power that she couldn't do because she was busy crying.

Priscilla took pride in her job as a secretary, as she thought she was competent and a lot better than Vincent's wife. It got even better as Vincent took fancy of her and started seducing her before they went all-in.

Priscilla never looked back or regretted doing it with Vincent. After all, this was Vincent Gray. He was handsome, powerful with many connections, and undeniably rich.

So rich that Priscilla could imagine she was showered with money as she became the new Mrs. Gray.

'Visit (Mybo x novel. com) to read, pls!',

Since Priscilla was his secretary and knew all the women who talked with Vincent. She knew that Vincent hadn't fucked any woman for four years except her and hadn't been close with any.

'Obviously because I'm an expensive lady. Why'd he fuck another woman when there's me by his side?'

The only one who had meaningful contact with Vincent other than her was his ugly ex-wife, Chloe Gray. Despite being a useless bitch, that woman persisted in keeping her marriage and acted as if nothing was wrong in front of her daughter.

She tried desperately to maintain a good family in front of Mackenzie, even though it was all over.

Of course, even if Chloe was naturally beautiful, she was still a woman in her thirties, and Vincent disliked her.

Maybe he could be bored of her as well. Nobody knew, really.

'But how could that be?! Vincent wouldn't like his wife anymore. That's just stupid after what he had done to her!' Priscilla thought.

One of the reasons why she also called Chloe a dumb bitch, was because she still tried to be kind towards Vincent, despite being abused like hell for ten years straight. Honestly, it was an achievement to be such a doormat for ten years.

"Why are you sitting there like an idiot? Go wear your dress and call a taxi," Vincent said as he got even more impatient. He was ready to slam the door, but Priscilla suddenly asked;

"It's not because of her, right?"

"Why are you still on about it?" Vincent asked back.

"Vincent is it because of Chloe?! You're thinking about her after she left?!" Priscilla asked without hesitation, thinking there was no woman in Vincent's current life for the past four years other than Priscilla and Chloe.

'',

"Shut your mouth, don't mention her name. Thinking about her makes me angry already," Vincent replied harshly. "It has nothing to do with her. That bitch can die getting aids from a random old man she found. I just don't want you to waste my time. Get lost before I call the cops on you!."

"No, wait—!"

SLAM!

Vincent slammed the door on Priscilla's face, shocking her even further, unable to react for at least ten seconds. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, "There must be another woman then. I have a feeling it's that old hag Chloe, but it'd be so weird if Vincent suddenly likes her again after abusing her for ten years."

'

"So who is it? Of course, he wouldn't just kick me out without reason. He loves me!" Priscilla claimed.

But for now, she had no answer, so she could only grumble and wear her skirt and shirt before calling Uber to pick her up.

She hopped in the uber and took a look from the car as the gate was closed by a security guard.

Priscilla gritted her teeth, 'I'm so close to getting what I wanted, to be Vincent's official wife. I will not let anyone hinder my plan, and I will do anything for it!'

Vincent was basically her first time and the only man she ever had sex with, and they did it so many times that she got addicted by Vincent. So if she didn't become Mrs. Gray, everything would be a waste.

'I will be Mrs. Gray.'

**

Vincent returned to his room. He grabbed his drink and sat on the bed while using the remote to search for a good movie to watch. This was the peace that he wanted, at least for now.

That woman— Priscilla, was such an eyesore for him. He fucked her for four years straight because he had gained more exposure in the media, so it was difficult to have an affair outside.

Sometimes, those bitches tried to blackmail him for sleeping with them, so he kept Priscilla instead.

'ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novel(B) in.ᴄᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ.',

"Tch, still, she is just a condom, a bitch for me to fuck for a while," Vernon murmured. He looked up and saw the big framed wedding picture of him and Chloe. There was also a slightly smaller picture on the right side. It was Mackie when she was a baby.

"Chloe, you're so dumb. Why are you getting so dramatic just because I fucked Priscilla in our bed? This is just a bed after all," Vincent said as he stared at Chloe in the picture.

Chloe was wearing her wedding dress. Vincent wouldn't lie that Chloe was exceptionally beautiful in that picture. She had a natural hourglass body and a sweet smile, and her brown hair was still waist-length.

However, the more that woman with a sweet wedding dress smiled at him, the more he felt pain in his chest. Because Vincent started imagining Chloe crying in the picture— an emotion Chloe showed in front of him almost every day after they got married.

"Dumb bitch, you have no gratitude towards me at all," Vincent said. He drank the wine straight from the bottle to drown his confused mind and heart, then spent his night alone as he decided to sleep early today, ignoring all the problems.