After Five Years Of Marriage

Jessica paced about in the living room, waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson, to return home from work. She was a beautiful, chubby, 27-year-old fair-skinned woman who had been married to Dylan for five years. She had been submissive and loving, taking care of their home and two kids. Yet all of a sudden, Dylan changed. Jessica had a son and a daughter for Dylan. Her first child, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, was a two-year-old girl. They were fast asleep in their separate bedrooms. For two nights after Dylan left for work on Monday morning, Jessica hadn't seen her husband return home. She had noticed that his mood had changed, before he left the house that morning. Jessica stood in the living room and placed a call to Dylan to find out where he was, but the network provider told her, "Sorry, the mobile number you're trying to call is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later." "Oh! Where could Dylan be?" Jessica cursed, as she had called Dylan's phone line repeatedly and really needed to see her husband. She had lied to their two kids that their father went to work on Monday morning. Yet Dylan hadn't returned home at all, and she couldn't continue to keep up with her lies. Jessica heard the sound of a car driving into their compound and parking. She went outside, peeped, and saw that Dylan had returned home. She sighed and went back into the house to wait for him to come inside. Soon Dylan stepped out of his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old Black man and owned DY Mobile Company. He entered the living room and saw his wife, Jessica Albert, standing there in her long white nightgown. She greeted him, "Welcome home, sweetheart." "Hmm," Dylan frowned. He looked at the divorce papers in his hands that his longtime lover, Rosie Andrew, had given him to give to Jessica at home and to divorce her straightaway. Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, shook the divorce papers into her hands, and told her, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Read through these divorce papers and sign them. Pack your things tomorrow and return to your father's house. You can leave with our kids if you want, or you can leave them behind and go alone. But make sure you pack your things tomorrow and leave. I will give you some shares of my company revenue, and pay you off later, but this marriage is over between us." "What!" Jessica was taken aback by her husband's statement. She looked at the divorce papers in her hands. *Is this a dream?* Jessica wondered and stared up at Dylan's face as she watched him walk away toward the living room stairs. Instead of Dylan explaining to Jessica where he had been for three days and two nights that she hadn't seen him, as he was just returning home now, he shoved divorce papers into her hands and ordered her to sign them. Jessica snapped out of her trance and quickly called Dylan back. She asked him, "Wait, Dylan, what's the meaning of this? You just got home now, and instead of explaining to me where you went, you're speaking to me about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong to you?" Jessica looked teary. Dylan paused and turned back to face her. He asked, "Have you taken a good look at yourself lately in the mirror, Jessica?" Jessica was puzzled by her husband's questions and stared at herself from head to toe to figure out what he meant. "Are you the same woman that I married five years ago? Take a good look at yourself, Jessica. You have turned fat overnight, and I cannot continue with you anymore. I cannot carry you and make love to you the way I want because you have outgrown me. That's just the truth. This marriage is not working anymore. So sign the divorce papers and leave!" Dylan spat in a cold voice and turned to walk away toward the living room stairs. Jessica replied, "No, Dylan! We cannot divorce. I love you, and I'm already working on myself." Jessica had been a banker before she met Dylan, but after giving birth to Nina, she started gaining weight at home. Dylan complained that she had turned lazy and mandated that she quit her job to look after their two kids at home, stating that she wouldn't leave all the work to the maid alone. Dylan sent the poor maid away, and Jessica had thought the maid did something wrong, but the maid was innocent. Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his food and spend time with their kids. Jessica happily did all that, thinking it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet now Dylan was filing for divorce. Jessica cried, "No, Dylan! I cannot divorce you. After five years of our marriage, no! This cannot be happening to us." Dylan paused and replied, "Just sign the divorce papers and leave, Jessica. I'm not the first man to divorce his wife, and I won't be the last." Jessica tearfully asked, "What did I do wrong to you, Dylan? Why do you want to scatter our marriage?" Dylan turned and replied, "You've turned ugly, Jessica, and you're not the same woman I married before. So leave!" "What!" Jessica was shocked at Dylan's statement. She looked at her husband's face in disbelief. He smelled of alcohol, and she could see red lipstick marks on his lips. Jessica didn't want to believe that Dylan was already cheating on her. She asked him, "What did you just say, Dylan? That I'm ugly now? Really?" "Yes, Jessica. Or am I lying to you? Was this how I married you before? Agreed, you're a billionaire's daughter, and your father helped me in the past to establish myself. So what? I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore. You've turned fat and are not the kind of wife I want to have at home anymore or come back home to meet. So leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica's heart broke into pieces at his final statement. Tears freely streamed from her eyes and wet the divorce papers in her hands. She sobbed, "No, Dylan. I cannot accept this divorce. I think you're getting it all wrong. It's not my fault that I'm fat now. Some women usually gain weight after childbirth, and it's not a disease." Dylan climbed the living room stairs and paused as he stared back at Jessica. He saw that she indeed looked so innocent in her long white nightgown, and she hadn't really been fat before when he initially married her. He replied, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. So take your time, read through the divorce papers, and sign them. I acknowledge all your efforts in making our marriage work and your family's efforts in supporting us in the past and present, but this marriage isn't working anymore. And I cannot continue to sleep outside my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have a luxurious duplex here as my home. So sign the divorce papers and leave." Dylan climbed the living room stairs and went back upstairs to the master bedroom he shared with Jessica, leaving her standing alone in the living room, staring at the divorce papers in her hands. Jessica looked back at the living room wall clock and saw that it was after 11 p.m. Yet Dylan was just returning home from work, and she knew his company usually closed by 5 p.m. Jessica screamed, "No, Dylan!!! This cannot be happening to us. We can never divorce! Never!" Tears rolled down her eyes and heavily wet the divorce papers in her hands. She said, "You cannot divorce me now, Dylan. I wasn't like this before, and I cannot turn thin overnight just to please you and fụck you the way you want." Jessica fell backward onto one of the living room's black couches behind her—they had seven black couches in their living room—and she remembered the first day she had met Dylan. Dylan was a handsome Black man, very trustworthy and friendly, the kind of man every other lady out there would pray to have. In the early stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic to her, and he never got tired in bed with her. He made her want him, and she couldn't withstand his sèxual prowess. If anyone had told her then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her now, Jessica would have cursed that person as a hater. She had dated Dylan for two years before they got married. But now Dylan wanted to divorce her and end their five years of marriage after all she had done for him. Jessica cried: "No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you are already cheating on me with someone else. Come back here, Dylan! You need to explain to me what happened to the Dylan I met and married. You cannot divorce me now. No! After five years of our marriage. Never! I cannot take this!" "How can you just return home tonight after spending two days outside our matrimonial home, and tell me I'm fat and ugly now and not the kind of wife you want to come home to anymore? "No, Dylan!! I cannot accept this divorce." Jessica stood up from the living room couch and rushed back upstairs to their bedroom to confront her husband.