Jessica paced about in the living room, waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson, to return home from work.
She was a beautiful, fat, fair-skinned woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years.
She had been submissive, loving, taking care of their home and two kids, 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, and 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, as she had noticed that his mood had changed before he left the house for work that Monday morning.
Jessica stood in the living room and placed a call to Dylan to find out where he was, but the network provider informed 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 cussed, as she had called Dylan's phone line several times and she wanted to see her husband.
She had lied to her two children that their father went to work on Monday morning. Yet, Dylan did not return home at all, and she couldn't continue to keep up with her lies.
Jessica heard the sound of a car drive into their compound and park. She went to the window, peeked and saw that Dylan had returned home.
She sighed and went back to the couch 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, and 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 deliver to Jessica at home and to divorce her straight.
Dylan walked up to meet Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, shoved the divorce papers into her hands, telling her, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. You read through these divorce papers, sign them, pack your things tomorrow morning, and return to your father's house. You can leave with our children if you want to, or you 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 our marriage is over, so leave."
"What!" Jessica was taken aback by her husband's statement to her, and she looked at the divorce papers in her hands.
"Is this a dream?" Jessica wondered and stared up at Dylan, as she saw him walk away toward the living room stairs.
Instead of Dylan explaining to Jessica where he had gone for three days and two nights that she hadn't seen him, as he was just returning home now, he had shoved the two divorce papers into her hands and ordered her to sign them and leave the next morning.
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 you explaining to me where you went before, you're speaking 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 her, "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 to know 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 overgrown me, and that's just the truth! This marriage is not working anymore. So, you sign the divorce papers and leave!" Dylan spat in a cold voice and turned to climbed the living room stairs.
Jessica replied, "No, Dylan! We cannot divorce. I love you, and I'm already working on myself."
Jessica was a banker before she met Dylan, but after giving birth to Nina and starting to add weight at home, Dylan complained that she had turned lazy and mandated for her to quit her job and look after their two children at home, stating that she would not be leaving all the work to the maid alone.
Dylan sent the poor maid away, and Jessica had thought that the maid did something wrong, but the maid was innocent.
Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his food, spend time with their two kids, and Jessica happily did all that if it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet, Dylan was filing for a 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 paper and leave, Jessica! I'm not the first man to divorce his wife, and I won't be the last man either."
Jessica tearfully asked, "What did I do wrong to you, Dylan? Why do you want to break our marriage?"
Dylan glanced back and spat, "You've turned ugly, Jessica, and not the same woman that I married before, so leave!"
"What!" Jessica was shocked at Dylan's statement to her, and she looked at her husband's face in disbelief, as he smelled of alcohol and she could see the red lipstick color 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 that 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 not the kind of wife that I want to have at home again or be coming back home to meet. So, leave!" Dylan climbed the living room stairs and Jessica's heart broke to pieces at his final departing words.
Tears freely streamed down 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, as it's not my fault that I'm fat now. Some women usually turn fat too after their children's birth, 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 wasn't really fat before when he initially married her.
He replied, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica, so you 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 of my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have an exquisite duplex mansion 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 that he shared with Jessica, leaving only her standing alone in the living room and 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. almost in the midnight. Yet, Dylan was just returning home from work, and she knew that his company usually closed by 5 p.m.
Jessica screamed aloud, "No, Dylan! This cannot be happening to us. We can never divorce! Never!"
Tears freely rolled down from her eyes and wet the divorce papers in her hands heavily. 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 fûck you the way you want."
Jessica fell backward onto one of the living room black couches behind her back, as they had seven black couches in their living room, and she remembered the first day that she had met Dylan.
Dylan was a handsome black man, very trustworthy, friendly, and the kind of man that every other lady out there would pray to have.
In the initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet, romantic to her, and he never got tired in bed with her, as he made her want him, and she couldn't withstand his sèxual prowess either.
If anyone had told her then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her now, Jessica would have cursed the person as a hater, because she 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 yelled, "No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you are already cheating on me out there with another woman! Come back here, Dylan, because you need to explain to me what happened to the Dylan that I met before and got married to. You cannot divorce me now. No! After five years of our marriage. Never! I cannot take 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 and not the kind of wife that you want to come back home to meet again at home? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce… Dylan!" Jessica stood up from the living room couch and rushed back upstairs to the bedroom to meet her husband.
