1. Sign Them

In a luxury mansion. Jessica paced about in the living room waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson, to return home from work.

She was a beautiful, chubby, light-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 with Dylan. Her first son, Caleb, is a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, is 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. She had noticed that his mood had changed before he left the house for work on Monday morning.

Jessica stood in the living room and called 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 several times, and she really needed to see her husband.

She had told their two kids that their father went to work on Monday morning. Yet Dylan did not return home at all, and she could not continue to maintain 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 down from his car and walked into the mansion. He is a thirty-year-old black man and owns 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 held the divorce papers in his hands that his long-time lover, Rosie Andrew, had given to him to give to Jessica at home so he could divorce her immediately.

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, sign them, and pack your things tomorrow. Return to your father's house. You can leave with our kids if you want, or 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 later, but this marriage is over. Leave."

"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 at Dylan as she saw him walk away towards the living room stairs.

Instead of Dylan explaining where he had gone for three days and two nights, he simply thrust the two 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 where you've been, you're talking to me about divorce. What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?"

Jessica's eyes grew teary, and Dylan paused and turned to face her. He asked her: "Have you taken a good look at yourself lately in the mirror, Jessica?"

Jessica felt puzzled by her husband's question and looked at herself from head to toe to understand what he meant.

"Are you the same woman I married five years ago? Take a good look at yourself, Jessica. You've 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've overgrown me, and that's just the truth. This marriage is not working anymore. Sign the divorce papers and leave," Dylan spat in a cold voice and turned to walk away towards 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. After she gave 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 could not leave all the work to the maid alone.

Dylan sent the maid away, and Jessica 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, and Jessica happily did all that if it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet Dylan is 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 either."

Jessica tearfully asked: "What did I do wrong to you, Dylan? Why do you want to destroy 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 by Dylan's statement. She looked at her husband's face in disbelief. She could smell alcohol on him and see 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 because you've turned fat and not the kind of wife I want to have, or come back home to anymore. Leave," Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica's heart broke as he made his final statement.

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks 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. Many women 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 innocent in her long white nightgown. She was not really fat before 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 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. 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. Sign the divorce papers and leave."

Dylan climbed the living room stairs and went back upstairs to the master bedroom that he shares 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 11 p.m. Yet Dylan was just returning home from work, and she knew that his company closes by 5 p.m.

She screamed: "No, Dylan! This cannot be happening to us. We can never divorce. Never!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks 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 it."

Jessica fell backward onto one of the living room black couches behind her. They had seven black couches in their living room. She remembered the first day she had met Dylan.

Dylan is 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. He never tired in bed with her. He made her want him, and she could not withstand his sexual prowess.

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. She had dated Dylan for two years before they got married.

But now Dylan wants to divorce her and end their five years of marriage after all she had done for him.

"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 before and married. 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 our matrimonial home and tell me that 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 meet her husband.