2: Avoiding Jessica

Jessica entered the master’s bedroom that she shared with Dylan on the top floor, still holding the divorce papers in her hands. She saw Dylan stripping off his suit as he stood nàked in their bedroom, preparing to take a bath.

She gulped hard as her blue eyes came into contact with her husband’s hard body. He might have looked like he wasn’t aging at all, but he had matured and was not the same man she had initially married five years ago.

Jessica remembered how her father had rejected Dylan. Her family had a personal hatred for poor people, and she had to beg her family on his behalf and act angry with her own parents just so they could approve of Dylan and accept him as her husband.

She had supported his business to grow, and now that he was already made and a billionaire, and they were blessed with two beautiful kids, Dylan was now speaking to her about divorce and beginning to have a double mindset about their five years of marriage.

Jessica knew that marriage wasn’t a “do or die” affair, but she had tried to be the best wife she could be to Dylan by waking up very early in the morning and preparing his breakfast herself, as well as their kids’. She had to prepare them very early in the morning to take them to school every day, and still go back to their school after closing hours to bring them home.

Jessica knew that she had paused her own life to help Dylan build his own life and their family too, by training their two kids at home and becoming a full-time housewife. Now Dylan was telling her about a divorce and that their five years of marriage were over.

“Dylan,” Jessica called her husband to gain his attention, and he turned around to face her as he had taken off all his clothes.

“What is it? Have you signed the divorce papers now?” Dylan asked as he stared coldly at Jessica’s face.

“No, Dylan. We cannot divorce. I cannot agree to divorce you, and you know that I love you very much,” Jessica replied, wanting to believe that her husband had previously spoken to her about divorce out of his drunken state.

She walked up to meet her husband and tried to embrace him where he stood in the middle of their bedroom, reaching to touch his hard bronze chiseled chest, but Dylan quickly caught her hand before she could feel his hardness.

Dylan shoved her hand down beside her and told her, “You have no right to my body again, Jessica! And the sooner you sign that divorce paper and leave, the better for you to return to your father’s house and find another man who will marry you.”

“Dylan!” Jessica looked puzzled and heartbroken by her husband’s statement again as her blue eyes immediately turned red and welled up with hot tears.

She questioned him, “So you’re cheating on me now, Dylan, that you can confidently tell me to leave and go back to my parents’ house and find another man to marry me? Is that how much hatred you have for me now?”

Dylan ignored her questions as he was nàked and could feel her eyes all over his bare body and on his manhood too.

Dylan immediately walked away to the bathroom to bathe while Jessica stood speechless in their bedroom, still holding the divorce papers in her hands.

She missed her husband and really wanted him to make love to her, hoping that when Dylan returned home, he would apologize for where he had been for two days outside. But instead, he was speaking to her about divorce and telling her that she had no access to his body anymore, thereby depriving her of her conjugal rights.

Jessica looked at the divorce papers in her hands again as the bedroom’s white bulb was still on and the room was painted white.

She walked up to their white bed’s headboard and placed the divorce papers there safely on the headboard of their magnificent bed.

She stripped off her clothes and decided to join Dylan in bathing together, believing that Dylan was still joking and doing all that because of the alcohol intake.

Jessica stripped naked and finally walked into the bathroom to join her husband in bathing and to torture him with the same level of torture that he had just given her.

She was a thick fair-skinned woman, with a pointed nose, blue sparkling eyes, and long golden hair.

Jessica knew she had a very nice curvy shape even after giving birth to two beautiful children. She still looked cute and sexy, as many mature men still wooed her and asked her out on dates, but she was a faithful woman who loved Dylan very much and couldn’t cheat on him.

Jessica had never looked down on Dylan before, not even when he was poor and managing himself.

She loved Dylan very much, supported him, and made love to him however he wanted, as Dylan was a sex maniac, and they were already blessed with two beautiful children.

Jessica remembered that she had met Dylan at a fuel station where he worked as a fuel attendant. He actually sold fuel into her car on the first day they met. She quickly walked into the bathroom to join her husband in bathing before Dylan finished his bath or stepped out.

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Dylan was standing under the shower tap as he didn’t usually use the white bathtub for bathing. He saw Jessica walk into the bathroom to join him, and her sexy body made him hard immediately.

Dylan quickly looked away from Jessica as he hastened his bath and switched on the shower tap to rinse off his soapy body, even though he wasn’t yet finished.

Dylan rushed out of the bathroom as he didn’t want to spend any more minutes there with Jessica, knowing that he would end up making love to her hard in the bathroom and wouldn’t be able to resist her.

Jessica stood speechless in the bathroom and shook her head sadly as she saw Dylan run out.

She murmured, “What’s wrong with him? Why is he behaving like that?”

Jessica saw how Dylan had rushed out of the bathroom and walked up to the bathtub to bathe, as she mostly used the bathtub instead.

She entered the bathtub and started scrubbing her body.

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Dylan walked out to the master bedroom, knowing that he wanted to divorce Jessica simply because his first love, Rosie Andrew, was back in the country.

Rosie had visited Dylan in his company and inside his office, where she cried to him and said, “Why, Dylan? Why didn’t you wait for me to return home first before you went ahead and married another woman after ten years of knowing me and proposing to marry me first?”

Dylan knew that he had promised Rosie in the past that he would marry her when he initially deflowered her. He was the first man to deflower Rosie, but he wasn’t the first man to deflower Jessica. Still, Jessica was a kind-hearted woman to him and the most genuine lady he had ever met.

No matter what he had done to make Jessica annoyed or to break up with him, Jessica never got angry and mostly overlooked everything.

Dylan had told Jessica before that she couldn’t go back to work and ignore taking care of him and their two children at home, leaving all the work to their maid to cook his food and feed him. Did she also want the maid to warm his bed?

Jessica happily quit her job as a banker at a big bank where she previously worked and became a full-time housewife just to please him.

Jessica’s car also broke down in the third year of their marriage, after Nina’s birth. The car couldn’t work properly without a proper mechanical engineer to repair it. But Dylan refused to repair her car or replace it with a new one, even though he was a billionaire.

Dylan rather bought a new car for himself to irritate Jessica and see if she would get annoyed and leave his house by divorcing him. But Jessica ignored him and managed her old car or used public transportation since he refused to buy a new car for her.

Jessica refused to leave his home. She went to repair her car herself, and he reduced the amount of food money he usually gave her weekly to take care of their home and kids. Dylan told Jessica, “You are too fat now, Jessica, and you should be eating only once a day so that you can lose weight. This money will be enough for you and our two kids if you manage it. Don’t you watch your weight at all, Jessica? Just two kids, and you’re already looking like my mother’s age mate.”

Jessica smiled at him and replied, “But I’m still beautiful, Dylan, and you don’t expect me to remain the same 22-year-old Jessica Albert that you met and married. I am 27 now, and it is expected for me to have changed, as change is constant. Even you, my love, have changed; you look more mature and handsome than when we initially got married. So you’re changing too, my love.”

Dylan frowned, knowing that Jessica knew how to smile through every difficult situation with him. She never got annoyed with him, nagged him, looked down on him, or compared him with other top-notch billionaires in their state. She mostly encouraged him never to give up in life, and he was frustrated about how to divorce the kind-hearted woman he had married.