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 with 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, since 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 that you're trying to call is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later.”

“Oh! Where could Dylan be?” Jessica cussed. She had called Dylan's phone several times and really needed to see her husband.

She had lied to their two kids that their father had gone to work on Monday morning. Yet, Dylan hadn't returned home, and she couldn't continue to keep up with her lies.

Jessica heard a car drive into their compound and park. 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 out of his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old Black man and the owner of DY Mobile Company.

He entered the living room and saw his wife, Jessica, 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 take home to Jessica so he could divorce her immediately.

Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, shoved 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 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's revenue and pay you off later, but this marriage is over.”

“What!” Jessica was taken aback by her husband's statement, and she looked at the divorce papers in her hands.

‘Is this a dream?’ Jessica wondered. She stared at Dylan as she saw him walk toward the living room stairs.

Instead of explaining where he had been for the three days and two nights she hadn't seen him, he had returned home, 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, and instead of explaining to me where you have been, you're speaking to me about divorce. What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?”

Jessica looked teary. Dylan paused, turned back to face her, and asked, “Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately, Jessica?”

Jessica was puzzled by her husband's question. She stared at herself from head to toe, trying to understand what he meant.

“Are you the same woman 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, and 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 toward the 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, she started gaining weight at home. Dylan complained that she had become lazy and ordered her to quit her job to look after their two kids at home, stating that she shouldn't leave all the work to the maid.

Dylan sent the poor maid away. Jessica had thought the maid had done something wrong, but the maid was innocent.

Dylan insisted that Jessica cook his food and spend time with their kids. Jessica happily did all that, believing 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 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, Dylan? Why do you want to destroy our marriage?”

Dylan turned and responded, “You've turned ugly, Jessica. You're not the same woman I married, so leave!”

“What!” Jessica was shocked by Dylan's statement. She looked at her husband's face in disbelief. He smelled of alcohol, and she could see red lipstick 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 you looked when I married you? I agree that you're a billionaire's daughter and that your father helped me establish myself in the past, but so what? I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore. You have turned fat, and you're not the kind of wife I want to have at home or come back home to. So leave!” Dylan spat in a cold tone.

Jessica's heart broke into pieces at Dylan's final statement to her.

Tears 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, as it's not my fault that I'm fat now. Some women also become fat after childbirth, and it's not a disease.”

Dylan climbed the living room stairs and paused. He stared back at Jessica and saw that she did indeed look innocent in her long white nightgown. She hadn't been fat when he initially married her.

He replied, “I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Take your time, read through the divorce papers, and sign them. I acknowledge all your efforts to make our marriage work and all your family's efforts to support us in the past and present. But this marriage isn't working anymore. I cannot continue to sleep outside my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have a luxurious duplex here. So sign the divorce papers and leave!”

Dylan climbed the stairs and went upstairs to the master bedroom he shared with Jessica, leaving her standing alone in the living room and staring at the divorce papers in her hands.

Jessica looked at the living room wall clock and saw that it was after 11 p.m. Yet, Dylan was just returning home from work, even though she knew his company usually closed at 5 p.m.

Jessica screamed, “No, Dylan! This cannot be happening to us. We can never divorce! Never!”

Tears rolled from her eyes and heavily soaked the divorce papers in her hands. She said, “You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I wasn't like this before, and I cannot become thin overnight just to please you and fụck you the way you want.”

Jessica fell backward onto one of the seven black couches in their living room and 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 initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic to her, and he never got tired in bed. 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 or divorce her, Jessica 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-year marriage after all she had done for him.

“No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you're 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! Not after five years of marriage. Never! I cannot take this!”

“How can you return home after spending two days outside our matrimonial home and tell me that I'm fat and ugly and not the kind of wife you want to come home to? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce.”

Jessica stood up from the living room couch and rushed upstairs to their bedroom to meet her husband.