Chapter 4 - Her Reality

Dylan loved Jessica very much, but Rosie was already back in his life.

Rosie was beautiful and, most importantly, slim and simple—the way he would have preferred Jessica to be. It would be easy for him to carry Jessica up to his chest and make love to her while standing in their bedroom whenever he was intimate with her.

However, Jessica was too heavy for Dylan to carry up now and do all those crazy lovemaking styles that he usually did with her before.

Because of her chubby body now, their sexual affairs as husband and wife had reduced and become dull, and Dylan could not do all those fun things that he liked doing with Jessica anymore.

Jessica was mostly preoccupied with homework and taking care of their two kids, and Dylan did not like how their fun moments had died down.

Dylan found himself bullying Jessica every day about her chubby body, but she would smile past it, not knowing that he was serious about it.

No matter what Dylan did to make Jessica annoyed, she would only smile at it and never get angry with him.

Dylan grew frustrated because he could not go out of their matrimonial home and cheat on Jessica, or get any random lady to sleep with.

Doing so would ruin his reputation and his company, too, if anyone who knew him previously happened to see him in a clubhouse or coming out of a hotel room with a random woman who was not his wife.

Jessica's father was a billionaire in their state and an influential man. Dylan knew that he could not just cheat on Jessica and have the wild, fun pleasure that he always desired. But with Rosie back in the country, the two of them had reunited.

Dylan visited Rosie in her home, where she told him that she was still single. She even encouraged him to divorce Jessica so they could be together again.

In Rosie's words, "Dylan, you're not the first man that will divorce his wife, and you won't be the last man. So please divorce that chubby woman that you have at home with you, so that we can marry, as you promised to marry me before, ever since I was 16 years old."

Dylan remembered that he had been fucking Rosie in her home when she told him about divorcing Jessica. He'd carried Rosie upward on his chest, crossing her two slender legs around his waist in that particular sex style that he loved the most.

Dylan agreed to divorce Jessica so he would not feel guilty about cheating on her.

Rosie even helped him get the divorce papers ready, as he could not believe that he was divorcing Jessica.

Dylan had not gone to the courthouse or spoken to his lawyer about it; he had only given Rosie his full name and his wife's full name, and he had not even read the divorce papers yet that Rosie had helped him prepare.

Dylan still loved Jessica after all that she had done for him, and a part of him did not want to divorce her as his wife and the mother of his two kids.

Jessica had never done anything wrong to Dylan before, aside from the fact that she had turned fat. She truly loved him and supported him to become the billionaire that he was today.

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Meanwhile, Dylan stepped out of the guest room where he had slept off the previous night. Stepping into the living room, he saw his two kids playing and running around early in the day.

The time was 8:00 a.m., and Dylan wondered what Jessica was still doing upstairs in their bedroom instead of preparing their kids for school and taking them there.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Caleb and Nina both rushed up to hug Dylan's legs when they saw him step out of the guest-room corridor and into the living room.

Dylan carried Caleb up first to his chest using his right arm, and likewise Nina on his left arm, and he asked them, "No school today?"

Nina resembled Jessica with her pretty fair face and cute chubby cheeks, while Caleb resembled Dylan with his dark skin and short black hair.

Caleb shook his head and replied to his father, "I don't know, Dad..."

"Mm, okay. Wait, let me find out first from your mummy. Don't play rough games with your sister, okay? I'm coming back."

Dylan proceeded to climb the living room stairs. He knew that he had sacked their last maid and mandated Jessica to do all the house chores alone and take care of their kids, so she would not just sit lazily at home all day while leaving all the work for a maid.

Dylan went upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He saw Jessica crying out on the bed in her dreaming state, calling out his name so loudly as she screamed on the bed.

Dylan did not know when he rushed up to meet Jessica. He scooped her up in his arms and tried to wake her up from her dream state: "Jessica babe, it's me, Dylan. Wake up, I'm here now, babe..."

Dylan shook Jessica vigorously to wake her up as she kept calling out his name and crying, "Dylan, Dylan please don't send me away, I'm sorry Dylan. Dylan please..."

"I'm here babe, I won't send you away. Wake up now Jessica, I'm here now..." Dylan did not know if it was one of Jessica's tricks to prevent him from divorcing her, but he had never seen her in that state before, and it worried him so much as he finally woke her up.

Jessica's forehead was covered in sweat, as was her face, from crying and begging Dylan in her dream. Until she heard his deep voice speaking so close to her ears, her blue eyes stared awake and looked up at the handsome black face in front of her, meeting his sharp blue eyes.

"Dylan..." Jessica slowly called her husband's name to be sure that he was really the one. She stretched her right hand upward to touch his chin and his fine jawline to verify that he was truly with her and not just part of the dream she had thought she was having.

Jessica caressed Dylan's jaw and blushed as she met his strong blue gaze. She could hardly believe that he was truly there with her in their bedroom, remembering that he had left their bedroom the previous night and left her to sleep alone on their big bed.

Dylan saw that Jessica was finally awake as he met her unique blue eyes. He carefully sat her up on the bed, moved away from her, stood up, and stared at her face coldly.

Dylan raked his short black hair in frustration as he met Jessica's gaze.

Jessica felt so embarrassed to know that she had cried throughout the previous night and into her sleep, even crying out in real life because of the nightmare.

The dream had looked so real: Jessica had seen Dylan throw her things outside, but as she kept crying and calling out his name, Dylan had finally come back to his senses and did not send her away.

Instead, he had grown confused about a strange woman in their home, and that strange woman had angrily left after Dylan refused to send Jessica away.

Jessica knew that she had to consult her pastor to pray against any strange woman preparing to destroy her home and marriage. She looked at Dylan's face where he stood beside their bed, raking his short black hair as he stared away from her.

His former gentle smile had turned strict, and Dylan asked her, "Aren't the kids going to school today?"

"The kids?" Jessica looked perplexed, as she had completely forgotten about her two children while seated on the bed in her white nightgown.

She used the hem of her nightgown to wipe her sweaty forehead and tears, sniffed, and asked Dylan, "Which kids?"

Dylan's expression harden as he asked, "Our kids, Jessica? Aren't they going to school today?"

"Oh, I forgot! They are already late!" Jessica jumped down from the bed, about to rush out from the bedroom.

Remembering that she was not wearing any bra or panties, she quickly walked back to the wardrobe to take them out and put them on, not minding that Dylan was staring at her.

Dylan was still standing beside the bed. Jessica hurriedly took her white jacket, put it over her white nightgown, and finally exited their bedroom. She rushed downstairs to the living room to meet her children, as their rooms were still downstairs on the second side of the mansion.