After Five Years Of Marriage

Jessica paced through 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, and she 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 son, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, was a two-year-old girl, and they were fast asleep in their separate bedrooms. For two nights, after Dylan left for work on Monday morning, Jessica had not seen her husband return home, and 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 through to Dylan to know where he was, but the network provider told her, “Sorry, the mobile number that 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 several times and desperately needed to see her husband. She had lied to their two kids that their father had gone to work on Monday morning. Yet Dylan did not return home at all, and she could not 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 Dylan to come inside. Soon, Dylan stepped down from his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old black man, and he 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 hand over to Jessica and divorce her straightaway. Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, thrust 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 as you pack your things tomorrow and return to your father’s house. You can leave with our kids if you want to, 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 down at the divorce papers in her hands. *Is this a dream?* Jessica wondered as she stared up at Dylan and saw him walk away toward the living room stairs. Instead of explaining where he had been for three days and two nights, and why she had not seen him until now, he had shoved the divorce papers into her hands and ordered her to sign them. Jessica snapped out of her trance and quickly called Dylan back. “Wait, Dylan. What’s the meaning of this? You just got home now, and instead of explaining where you went, you are talking to me about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong to you?” Jessica looked teary, and 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 question and stared at herself from head to toe, trying to understand 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, as you have overgrown me, and that’s just the truth. This marriage is not working anymore. So sign these 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 and starting to add weight at home, Dylan complained that she had become lazy and insisted that she quit her job and stay home to look after their two kids, saying she would not leave all the work to the maid alone. Dylan sent the poor maid away, and Jessica had thought the maid had done something wrong, but the maid was innocent. Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his food and spend time with their kids, and Jessica happily did all that if it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet Dylan was filing for divorce now. 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 that I married before, so leave.” “What!” Jessica was shocked by Dylan’s statement and looked at her husband in disbelief. She could smell alcohol on him, and she could see the red lipstick on his lips. Jessica did not 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, as you have turned fat and are no longer the kind of wife I want to have at home or be coming home to meet. So leave!” Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica’s heart broke into pieces at his final statement. Tears streamed freely down her face 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 also 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 looked innocent in her long white nightgown, and she had not really been fat before, when he first 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 all 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 at the living room wall clock and saw that it was 11 p.m. Yet Dylan had just returned home from work, and she knew that 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 face and soaked the divorce papers in her hands. She said, “You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I’m not 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 black couches behind her. There were 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, friendly, and 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. He never got tired in bed with her, as he made her want him, and she could not withstand his sèxual prowess. If anyone had told Jessica then that Dylan would one day break up with her and divorce her now, she would have cursed the 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 screamed, “No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you are already cheating on me out there with someone else. Come back here, Dylan. You need to explain to me what happened to the Dylan I met and married, because you cannot divorce me now. No! After five years of our marriage. Never! I cannot take this!” “How can you just be returning home today after spending two days outside our matrimonial home, and you are telling me that I’m fat and ugly now, and not the kind of wife you want to be coming home to? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce.” Jessica stood up from the living room couch and rushed back upstairs to their bedroom to meet her husband.