3: The Dream

Jessica shook her head in the bathtub as she knew that Dylan usually made love to her in the bathroom whenever they bathed together as a couple, and now he was avoiding her.

She resumed bathing in the bathtub with her sponge, soap, and water. After she was done with her bath, she rinsed her body and finally walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to dress up.

Dylan had already worn his white night robe and sat on the bed to sleep, feeling tipsy from the alcoholic drinks he had consumed at Rosie’s home.

Dylan saw Jessica step out of the bathroom but immediately looked away from her and toward the wall as he lay on the bed to sleep.

Dylan turned his back on Jessica and faced the wall. She frowned at her husband’s behavior and knew that he was truly avoiding her.

Jessica walked up to their wardrobe to take out a nightgown to wear. She tried hard not to cry as she didn’t want to divorce Dylan.

She knew that he had been behaving strangely lately, before he was absent from home for two days in a row, and she wondered in her mind, “Who’s the new woman in his life now?”

Jessica stood searching for a single nightgown to wear for hours. Even as she touched the white nightgown she wanted to wear and was supposed to take out from the wardrobe, she stood beside the wardrobe and got lost in her thoughts as hot tears freely streamed down her eyes.

Jessica finally snapped out of her trance, took out the white nightgown she had been holding, and wore it as she stared back at her sleeping husband on the bed.

Her eyes moved to stare at the divorce papers again that were on the headboard. She shook her head in sadness and finally walked up to the bed to join her husband in sleeping.

Dylan was already fast asleep on the bed, but as Jessica climbed onto the bed, he felt her heavy weight press on the bed. His eyes subtly opened a little as he stared at the pretty woman’s face lying beside him.

Seeing that the pretty woman was his wife, whom he was about to divorce, and that she was sobbing too, Dylan sat up on the bed and sleepily asked her, “What’s wrong, babe?”

Jessica sniffled and wanted to reply to her husband, but Dylan sleepily lay back on the bed again and fell asleep. The alcohol hadn’t cleared from him yet, and he was already tired and exhausted as he had spent half of the time since he closed from his office work at 5 p.m. with Rosie in her room, and he needed to rest.

Dylan turned his back on Jessica and adjusted his pillow properly underneath his head, resting his head on it.

He resumed sleeping while Jessica blinked her teardrops away as she sat on the bed, looking at her sleeping husband for a moment.

Not wanting to accept the fact that they were going to divorce the following day, Jessica thought to be the good wife that she was. She wrapped her left arm around Dylan’s waist and moved close to him on the bed, as he had his back to her.

Jessica cuddled up beside Dylan, inhaling his manly scent as she hugged him to find warmth.

She rested her head on his left arm to caress his face and jaw, but Dylan inhaled Jessica’s sweet blossom scent. His eyes subtly opened again as he sprang up from the bed, even in his drunken state, and pushed Jessica’s arm off from hugging him.

Dylan looked at Jessica angrily and asked, “What’s wrong with you, Jessica? Why don’t you want me to sleep tonight?”

Dylan was seated on the bed with Jessica and saw that she didn’t wear any bra underneath her big breasts. And her white nightgown was almost transparent, revealing her brẹasts to his view.

Dylan looked away, and Jessica replied, “I want you, Dylan.”

“But I don’t want you anymore, Jessica. I want a divorce, and you should sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave! I’m not joking about it,” Dylan said curtly and immediately took his pillow away from the bed. 

Drunkenly, Dylan stepped down from the bed, wore his black slippers, and left their bedroom. He snatched his pillow away from Jessica’s hands as she tried to stop him from leaving by holding onto his pillow.

Dylan walked out of the room, leaving Jessica all alone in their master bedroom. She cried out, “No, sweetheart! Wait! Where are you going?”

Jessica hurriedly stepped down from the bed and chased after Dylan, as he exited their sitting room upstairs and went downstairs to the guestroom to sleep.

“Dylan! Open this door!” Jessica stood in front of the guestroom door and banged on it heavily for Dylan to unlock the door from within, as he had locked it from inside.

Dylan ignored Jessica and went to the bed in the guestroom to sleep, since Jessica wanted to seduce him in their bedroom.

“Dylan! Open this door now! It’s me, your wife!” Jessica cried out as she stood in front of the guestroom door, banging heavily on it.

She glanced at the corridor clock and saw it was already after 12 a.m. midnight.

Jessica shook her head and finally went back upstairs to their master bedroom to sleep alone, as she didn’t want to wake their kids up. The master bedroom was the biggest room in the mansion. She walked towards the king-sized bed covered in a white bedspread and climbed on it slowly to sleep.

Jessica lay on the bed and tried to sleep.

It was Wednesday night. Jessica knew that her kids would be going to school the following Thursday morning as they attended a day school, and she knew she had to sleep on time so she could wake up very early the next morning to prepare her two kids for school.

But sleep was very far from her eyes as she kept crying on the bed and thinking about the new woman who had come into her husband’s life and was destroying her marriage by breaking her previously happy home.

Jessica continued to think about how she would lose weight and impress Dylan, by becoming the slim woman he wanted again.

She knew she had tried losing weight before, but it wasn’t easy for her as she loved eating a lot of food and sleeping too, since she was always at home and not going out to work anymore.

Jessica had spoken to her best friend, Esther Friday, about her plans to lose more weight. Esther had advised her that the best way to lose weight was to hit the gym.

Yet, she had been exercising daily, but losing weight hadn’t been easy for her.

Jessica sniffled on the bed again and fell asleep. She dreamt that a beautiful fair-skinned short woman walked into her home with a big black traveling box of clothes in her hand. This short woman wasn’t her in the dream, as she was taller. The short woman looked at Jessica irritably and ordered her to serve her meals.

Jessica saw herself serving this beautiful slim woman in her dream, as the woman sent her away from her husband’s home. She tried to plead with the woman, “Please, you cannot send me away from my husband’s house. Leave Dylan alone so that he can look at me—that’s his wife.”

But the woman replied, “No. I have known Dylan longer than you have, and your time here is up in his life, so go away.”

Jessica saw Dylan throw her box of clothes outside their matrimonial home, and he didn’t even mind their kids’ presence. He told her, “Leave my house, Jessica. This marriage is over between us. Go away and get out of my life!”

“No, Dylan! Please... Don’t send me away. I love you. Please, Dylan...”

Jessica continued struggling on the bed in her sleep as she lay on the luxurious white bed in the master bedroom, still dreaming.

She continued pleading with Dylan in her dream, “Please, Dylan, don’t send me away. Please...”

Jessica watched as Dylan rushed to her in her dream and dragged her away by her left wrist to throw her outside their mansion. She cried out to him more, “Please, Dylan! You cannot send me away, Dylan! Dylan! Dylan, please!”

“I’m here, Jessica! Wake up!” Dylan shook Jessica vigorously on the bed to wake her up. He sat down on the bed beside her and shook her again and again to wake her from her nightmare.

When Dylan had woken up from sleep in the guestroom, he had a headache and remembered that he had returned home with the divorce papers that Rosie Andrew had given him to give to Jessica at home, and he had asked Jessica to sign them too.