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"Why are you still on my bed?" Vincent asked.

"Huh? Of course, I want to accompany you to watch any movie. What's wrong with that?" Priscilla asked. This would be the first time Priscilla sat on the bed where Chloe usually sat before and watched the movie with him.

And Vincent didn't seem to agree. In fact, he seemed to be angry, "I never give you permission to accompany me. Leave before I lose my patience."

Priscilla gasped out of shock, "How could you?! You've said that kind of thing to me before!"

"Well, this would be the first time, and you should get used to it. Now leave."

Priscilla was absolutely stunned by Vincent's harsh words. She had never felt this humiliated and unwanted in her life!

"Is it because of your fat ex-wife?" Priscilla asked.

"Huh? What are you on about?" Vincent asked back. He was already pissed off because Priscilla couldn't leave him alone, and now she needed to bring Chloe into this argument.

Priscilla crossed his arms and reported what she found today in the grocery store.

"I met with her today," Priscilla said. "Your ex-wife, she is ugly as always, ugh, just thinking about her makes me wanna puke already."

…

Seeing that Vincent didn't respond to her claim, she got bold, thinking that Vincent didn't give a crap about his fat, ugly, and old ex-wife.

"Do you know, she is shopping grocery and is planning to bake cake or pie because she bought all the ingredients and a banana. Maybe she will bake a banana pie for that greasy old man she's currently prostituting into?"

…

"Hihi, imagine that ugly blob trying to feed a greasy old man with banana pie. Gosh, just imagining it is already so ridiculous. Makes me giggle every time!"

"Banana pie is my daughter's favorite," Vincent said. His tone was already displeased enough— if it wasn't Priscilla he was talking about right now, he would've kicked this bitch out.

Priscilla gasped. She might hate Chloe so much for being Vincent's official wife. But she never damned Mackenzie because she knew that Vincent— despite all his cheating towards Chloe, actually loved his cute daughter. He even had his family picture, consisting of Vincent, Chloe, and Mackie, framed in his office.

Though, he said it was for the image he built for his colleagues at business, to show them that he was a family man.

But despite that alibi, Priscilla often accompanied Vincent to a toy store and such because Vincent often bought gifts for his daughter… if he remembered, of course.

"She is probably baking a pie for my daughter. You're slandering her," Vincent said, from his tone and expression, Priscilla already confirmed that he was really pissed off right now.

"What's with your expression? How'd I known what your daughter likes to eat? Besides, I bet she is buying all those stuff with that grimy old man's money. Ewwww, imagine feeding your child with money you get from selling your body, so filthy!"

"Get out now," Vincent had lost his patience, and he grabbed Priscilla's arm.

"Ahh!" Priscilla winced in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her harm. Vincent gripped her arm so tightly as he got up and dragged Priscilla out of the room.

"Ah! Vincent— Vincent! Where are you taking me?!" Priscilla struggled to release her arm off his grip, but Vincent's grip was too strong, forcing her to be a ragdoll that Vincent could drag freely.

They passed the bedroom, kitchen, and large living room and headed to the main door. Priscilla's eyes widened, "W—Wait, you're seriously going to kick me out? Why? What did I do wrong?!"

…

Vincent replied with nothing. He was just pissed off with this unscrupulous woman who acted as if she was the mistress of the house while she was clearly just a condom for Vincent.

"W—Wait, at least let me get dressed first! I'm literally still in my lingerie! You're not so evil to kick me out naked, right?!"

…

"Vincent? VINCENT!"

"SHUT UP!" Vincent finally snapped. He opened the main door and flung Priscilla out of his house.

"Ah!" Priscilla rolled to the floor. She felt her elbow and knee bruised because Vincent flung her with no mercy.

Vincent went to the living room and took all her stuff, including her shirt and skirt. Then he threw it in front of Priscilla's face.

Priscilla had never seen Vincent acting this cruel— Well, she did. Because Vincent did this a lot to his blobby ex-wife, Chloe. Sometimes, Priscilla even participated in bullying Chloe.

Maybe because of Vincent's influence, she grew to resent Chloe, who could only cry when Vincent did many horrible things to her. So many that even Priscilla had lost count.

Yet, now she was the one who got this horrible treatment from Vincent, and she didn't even know the reason!

"Why are you doing this to me?! Is there another woman? Who is she? Tell me, I will fuck her up!" Priscilla yelled desperately in the middle of the night. Fortunately, it was a huge mansion with a big front yard, so nobody heard her except the security guards near the gate.

"There is no other woman. I'm just tired of listening to you talking. Get lost and let me have a rest tonight," Vincent said nonchalantly. The hot eyes that made Priscilla fall in love every time they had sex had now turned cold. So cold that she almost couldn't recognize him anymore.

Priscilla knew there must be another woman in their relationship. But she was so close with Vincent that she basically followed him every day! She would be the first to know if he was actually cheating.

Of course, Priscilla knew Vincent's history of cheating with many women, including her. But she was convinced that Vincent was ready to marry her!

He literally fucked her for four years and allowed Priscilla to become his private secretary, even in front of his ex-wife, Chloe.

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