Unfortunately, she didn't know what was currently happening in the Gray company because she didn't make any friends when she was working there.
But she believed there was no way for Vincent to suddenly end up with Chloe again. Because Vincent seemed to generally hate Chloe so much, and he was a prideful man that wouldn't take a woman back once he ditched them.
'W--Well, except me. I believe he will take me back soon. So far he has been with me the longest, he will eventually miss me,' Priscilla said in her heart, though it was mostly just to convince herself so she would hope for the day when things would eventually return to normal.
What kind of normal?
Her being Mrs. Priscilla Gray, of course!
Priscilla stepped out of the train once it reached the third station. She checked her time with her phone before quickly shoving it back into her bag because it was almost midnight, and she didn't want to get robbed by random homeless or hooligans around the station.
She clutched her bags until she reached an old building. She quickly entered and went straight to her small apartment.
Priscilla turned on the lights. She stared around her small studio apartment and sighed, "It's so cramped, and ugly..." she complained.
Her old apartment was a luxury rented by Vincent. It was spacious, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It also had a kitchen and balcony with Central Park as her view.
She didn't know how much it costs per month until she had to pay it herself. Turned out she had to pay eight thousand per month. It was a crazy amount that she couldn't afford, especially after she literally spent half of her fifty-thousand-dollar check on a one-day shopping galore to de-stress after she got dumped and fired by Vincent.
She moved at least two times until she could only afford this one, a half-thousand dollars apartment far from Central Park, where she used to live before. It was a cramped studio apartment with no balcony and insufficient space to put all her belongings.
There were also never-ending neighbor noises from all sides because the wall was paper thin. Sometimes her neighbor upstairs would stomp his fat feet, while her neighbor on the right would have sex with her boyfriend at night, all at the same time. It was depressing for Priscilla, who had just been dumped and single for a few months.
Unfortunately, this apartment was all she could afford for now, and she didn't know if she could keep staying there if she had no more income other than her job at Walmart.
She threw her bag on the small sofa near the door and then threw herself on the bed. She tried to close her eyes, but her phone was ringing.
"Tsk, it must be her," Priscilla got up from the bed and went to the small sofa to grab the phone inside her bag.
She checked the caller ID and rolled her eyes. She picked up the call and put it on the loudspeaker while she lay on the sofa.
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"Yes, Mom?" Priscilla opened the conversation.
"Oh, thank god, I thought something happened to you at work," Priscilla's mother said at the other end of the call.
Priscilla rolled her eyes, "Mom, I'm working in Walmart, not in a Gun Store. I'll be fine."
"You often work overtime or take midnight shifts, of course I'm scared something might happen to you when you return home!" Priscilla's Mom couldn't hide her worry. She was sad when Priscilla said that she got fired by Vincent Gray. She thought their relationship would develop until Vincent Gray divorced his useless wife and married Priscilla.
Now that Priscilla had been dumped, there was nothing she could do other than check on her daughter's wellbeing constantly, "You should just go back home. You can live with me to save up some money, and work here, probably in some nearby shops."
"No, Mom. I don't want to live in a small town, and I still want to see if Vincent will take me back," Priscilla firmly rejected.
"Priscilla... he dumped you. Vincent Gray is a rich man, he has a lot of women by his side, there is nothing you can do. Just forget about him, okay?" Priscilla's mother felt she had to knock some sense into her daughter's head. She kept thinking that she could have a second chance with Vincent, even though it was obvious that a man like Vincent would never look at a woman twice.
Once he dumped you, there was no second chance.
"You don't understand, Mom. We've been together for so long! This is just a phase because his stupid wife left with his daughter! I bet he will try to find his daughter first before divorcing that ugly woman, and then take me back!"
"But what if he simply forgot about you and already found another woman?" Priscilla's Mom asked. "Maybe he doesn't even remember you anymore."
"MOM!" Priscilla snapped. "Stop trying to drag me down! You should support my hard work instead! I'm staying in New York because I KNOW what to do. Stop worrying about me and stop calling me in the middle of the night! Do you know how tired I am after a long shift?"
...
Priscilla's Mom sighed. Her daughter was beyond help. She would not listen to her advice and kept clinging to the idea that Vincent Gray would marry her eventually.
"I shouldn't have allowed you to go to New York," Priscilla's Mom said. "Now you're suffering just because you can't let go of that rich bastard."
"Don't call him a bastard, and bye, Mom."
Beep.
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Priscilla hung up the call impatiently. Her mother kept on repeating the same thing. Her Mom said she should forget about Vincent, return home and work in that small town.
"How am I supposed to forget the first man I truly fell in love with? He is the man I want to marry and that will never change!"
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