Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

107 Chapter 107

Vincent headed to his house— a mansion where he, Chloe, and their daughter lived for ten years.

Vincent's car entered the garage, and the chauffeur opened the door for him. He went out and walked to the main door.

When he opened the door, everything was squeaky clean already. Because he hired more maids these days.

It was previously Chloe's job to keep the mansion in perfect condition, and she did. Vincent had to admit that Chloe was a really good homemaker. She made sure that everything was under her care. Even the garden facing the master bedroom's window was arranged in such a way to make it pleasant to look at whenever Vincent woke up in the morning.

The kitchen, the living room, patio, garden, and even something as unnecessary as bathrooms, laundry detergent, and Vincent's suits that she usually prepared daily. Everything in this mansion was under her care.

Thus, after she left, Vincent had to do everything by himself before he could find a suitable homemaker for hire. Everything in this mansion felt a little off, empty, soulless, just like another mansion he bought as an investment.

It didn't feel like home because the homemaker was missing.

,m But, Vincent scoffed as he thought it was ridiculous for him to think it was all because of Chloe;

"She's just a homemaker. That's what women do other than spending money, isn't it? This kind of job can't even be called a job since it's so easy, especially with all the money I gave her. If I have more free time, I can do it way better than her," Vincent said. "All I do is hire more maids, gardeners, cooks…."

Vincent shrugged it off and went to his room.

He was thinking about resting for a while and drinking wine while watching some movies. It was a new hobby for him to chill in his mansion after Chloe left.

He could always do it when Chloe was around, but he didn't want to.

Now he wanted to watch movies in their bedroom every night to spend time idly after Chloe left. He also tried things he didn't normally do when Chloe was around, which he liked doing rather than hopping from one hotel room to another.

He did everything and preferred this kind of simple life. But something was missing as he lived alone in this mansion now.

It was… as if he was craving for something…

Vincent entered the master bedroom, and his mood to watch movies disappeared instantly when he saw a woman lying on the bed— only wearing red lingerie as she played with her phone until she noticed Vincent, who had just come in.

Priscilla put her phone down and greeted her boss by sitting on her knees and spreading her thighs on the bed to 'greet' him.

"Good evening, Mr. Gray. Did you have an exhausting day at work? Want me to help you… ease the tension a bit?" Priscilla asked. She leaned forward to show her deep cleavage and tits that had been played by Vincent way too often.

Vincent rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue, "What are you doing here, Priscilla?"

"I'm doing my job in your bed. What's wrong with that? We did it often here," Priscilla replied, finding nothing was wrong with her seducing Vincent here since he must be tired from long work hours.

But she got a sour-faced Vincent who didn't seem to enjoy the view she gave. Even though this lingerie was purchased yesterday, still brand new! He would be the one who got the right to undress her new lingerie, and he didn't seem excited about it.

"What's with your reaction? Don't you see this is new lingerie? I bought it yesterday to surprise you!" Priscilla yelled. She was pissed off because Vincent made her feel unwanted with his bland reaction, even though Priscilla knew she was 10/10 SUPER HOT!

"I'm not interested in your lingerie," Vincent said as he took off his suit and shirt and took a beer inside his mini fridge.

Priscilla pouted, "Vincent, you haven't fucked me for five days now. What's wrong with you?! Did you not find me hot anymore?"

"… I'm not in the mood, just that," Vincent replied. "If your pussy is that itchy, call a gigolo. But you need to go now. Go to your home. I want to spend my time alone."

"What do you mean to go home? This is my home!" Priscilla claimed. Since she had kicked that old hag Chloe out of Vincent's life, she was the rightful new Mrs. Gray!

"No, you're not," Vincent sneered. "This is my house, and that's my bed."

"It's also my bed! Vincent, we did it together here often!" Priscilla said desperately, thinking there must be something wrong with Vincent because he had been refusing sex with her for five days straight without any clear reason.

Vincent's patience started wearing out. He always saw Priscilla as a condom— a term he used to describe a woman that he fucked often just to make sure he didn't catch any STD outside.

And it was easy to force Priscilla to take birth control, ensuring she wouldn't get pregnant or it'd be a lot messier.

But he just wasn't in the mood these days. Too much work to do, and Chloe leaving him while bringing his daughter was something that weighed on his mind.

"Vincent, did you get bored of me?" Priscilla asked. They did it so often that it was obvious that he might be bored with their small roleplays here and there. "Just tell me if you have a new kink or something. We can work it out!"

"I'm just not in the mood," Vincent replied shortly. He sat at the edge of the bed and started checking a few streaming services, ignoring Priscilla completely.

Priscilla was still pissed off because she had prepared this for nothing!

But she saw that Vincent completely ignored her, so she just sat beside him in bed, thinking it was all he wanted right now.

But contrary to her belief, Vincent gave her a side eye and asked, "Why are you still on my bed?"