Vincent returned home, his head was banging as he stepped out of the car. He had a blast last night in the hotel room with Priscilla— his secretary and a longtime affair of 4 years. Priscilla mentioned something about the wedding ring, but he shook his head to ward off the thought, maybe he had too many drinks in the morning.

"Just divorce your fatass wife already. You don't like her anymore, right? Heck, you can't even look at her for more than 10 seconds!" Priscilla shouted, which pricked a sensitive topic for Vincent.

"She is still a good wife. Just became ugly after getting pregnant and giving birth to our daughter," Vincent replied. As crazy as it sounded, he still took his wife's side when he got cornered by Priscilla.

"Oh, come on, if it's just cooking, washing dishes, doing the 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 stayed silent, seemingly ignoring her, much to Priscilla's disdain."Urrgh! Fine, I'm audi! I don't like going 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 look by the time she wrapped her hair into a ponytail, took her bag, and left, making her remark by smashing the door. Meanwhile, Vincent just stared at the city below from the balcony, with another shot of gin for breakfast before he returned home.

**

Vincent parked his car in the garage. 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. 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 and saw his wife— Chloe Gray - sitting on the couch, casting a look that could be described as 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 held his head as he got dizzy, walking toward Chloe, "Where's Mackenzie? I will bring her to the Mall."

"She's in 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'd 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, don't fucking ignore the fact that I can be exhausted with work alone! Hell, arguing with you exhausts me even more!" Vincent was annoyed now. He came home today to celebrate his daughter's birthday, not 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 for everything after she spent the whole night crying about it, thinking that the family she painstakingly tried to keep together finally crumbled down 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 on Vincent's chest.

Vincent was taken aback, frowning. He was still dizzy and could hardly read such small words.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"I'm making you exhausted? Fine, let that thing be your remedy," Chloe said. "That's a divorce paper. I've filled in my part and signed it. You do your part, or should I call your secretary to help, seeing how you're drunk as a dog?"