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, curvy woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years. Throughout their marriage, she had been submissive, loving, and dedicated to taking care of their home and two children. Yet all of a sudden, Dylan changed. Jessica had a son and a daughter with Dylan. Her first child, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, was a two-year-old girl. Both 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 called Dylan to find out where he was, but the network provider informed her, "Sorry, the mobile number you are trying to call is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later." "Oh! Where could Dylan be?" Jessica exclaimed, having called his phone several times and desperately needing to see her husband. She had lied to their two kids, telling them that their father had gone to work on Monday morning. Yet Dylan hadn’t returned home, and she couldn’t keep up with the lies any longer. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car driving into their compound and parking. She went outside, peeking to see that Dylan had finally returned home. She sighed and went back into the house to wait for him. Soon, Dylan stepped out of his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old black man who owned DY Mobile Company. Entering the living room, he 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, which his longtime lover, Rosie Andrew, had given him to deliver to Jessica. Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting, shook the divorce papers into her hands, and told her, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Read through this divorce paper, sign it, and pack your things tomorrow to return to your father's house. You can take the kids if you want, or leave them behind, but make sure you pack and leave! I will give you some funds and shares of my company revenue as a settlement, but this marriage is over, so leave." "What!" Jessica was taken aback by her husband's statement, staring at the divorce papers in her hands. 'Is this a dream?' Jessica wondered, watching as he walked away toward the stairs. Instead of explaining where he had been for three days and two nights, he shoved 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, and instead of explaining where you went, you’re talking about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?" Jessica looked teary, and Dylan paused, turning back to face her. "Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately, Jessica?" Puzzled by his question, Jessica stared at herself from head to toe, trying to understand what he meant. "Are you the same woman I married five years ago? Look at yourself, Jessica. You have gained weight overnight, and I cannot continue with you anymore! I cannot carry you and make love to you as I want, because you have outgrown me, and that's just the truth! This marriage is not working. So sign the divorce papers and leave!" Dylan spat in a cold voice before turning to walk away. "No, Dylan! We cannot divorce. I love you, and I'm already working on myself!" Jessica had been a banker before meeting Dylan, but after giving birth to Nina, she began gaining weight at home. Dylan complained that she had become lazy and insisted that she quit her job to care for their two kids, stating that she shouldn't leave all the work to the maid. Dylan sent the maid away, and Jessica thought the maid had done something wrong, but the maid was innocent. Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook for him and spend time with their kids, and she happily complied, hoping it would please him. Yet now, Dylan was filing for divorce. "No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce. After five years of marriage, no! This cannot be happening!" Dylan paused and replied, "Just sign the divorce papers, Jessica! I'm not the first man to divorce his wife, and I won't be the last." Tearfully, Jessica asked, "What did I do wrong, Dylan? Why do you want to destroy our marriage?" "You've become ugly, Jessica, and you’re not the same woman I married. So leave!" Dylan replied. "What!" Jessica was shocked by his statement, looking at him in disbelief. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and noticed the red lipstick on his lips. Jessica didn't want to believe that Dylan was cheating on her. "What did you just say, Dylan? That I'm ugly now? Really?" "Yes, Jessica! Am I lying to you? Was this how I married you? I know you're a billionaire's daughter, and your father helped me establish myself. But I cannot continue to pretend anymore. You have turned fat and are not the kind of wife I want to come home to. So leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, breaking Jessica's heart. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the divorce papers in her hands. "No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce. It’s not my fault that I’ve gained weight. Many women gain weight after having children; it’s not a disease." Dylan climbed the stairs and paused to look back at Jessica, seeing that she looked so innocent in her long white nightgown. He remembered that she hadn’t really been overweight when he first married her. "I cannot continue to pretend with you, Jessica. Take your time to read the divorce papers and sign them. I acknowledge all your efforts in making our marriage work, as well as your family's support in the past and present, but this marriage isn't working anymore. I can't continue to sleep outside of my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have a luxurious duplex mansion here as my home. So sign the divorce papers and leave my house!" 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 clock and saw that it was after 11 p.m., almost midnight. 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 streamed down her cheeks, soaking the divorce documents in her hands. She shouted, "You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I'm not like this before, and I cannot turn thin overnight just to please you and sleep with you however you want." Jessica fell backward onto one of the seven black couches in their living room, remembering the first day she met Dylan. Dylan was a handsome black man—trustworthy, friendly, and the kind of man that every other woman would pray to have. In the initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic. He never tired of being in bed with her; he made her want him, and she couldn't withstand his s****l prowess. If anyone had told her then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her, Jessica would have cursed that person as a hater. She had dated Dylan for two years before they got married. Now, Dylan wanted to divorce her and end their five years of marriage after all she had done for him. "No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce. That means you are already cheating on me with someone else. Come back here! You need to explain what happened to the Dylan I met before and married. You can't divorce me now. After five years of marriage, never! I cannot accept this!" "How can you just be returning home tonight after spending two days outside of our matrimonial home, and you are telling me that I'm fat and ugly now, not the kind of wife you want to come home to? No way, Dylan! I can't accept this divorce!" Jessica stood up from the couch and rushed back upstairs to confront her husband.