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

She was a beautiful, curvy woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years.

She had been submissive and loving, taking care of their home and their two kids. Yet, all of a sudden, Dylan had changed.

Jessica had a son and a daughter with Dylan. Her son, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her daughter, Nina, was 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 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 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, having called Dylan's phone several times. She really needed to see her husband.

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

Jessica heard the sound of a car driving into their compound and parking, so she went outside, peered out, and saw that Dylan had finally returned home.

She sighed and went back inside to wait for him.

Soon, Dylan stepped out of his car and walked into the house. He was a 30-year-old black man and owned 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 looked at the divorce papers in his hands that his longtime lover, Rosie Andrew, had given him to deliver to Jessica and to finalize the divorce.

Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting, stopped in front of her, and shoved the divorce papers into her hands. "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Read through this divorce paper, sign it, and pack your things tomorrow to return to your father's house. You can take 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 off later, but this marriage is over between us, so leave."

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

'Is this a dream?' Jessica wondered as she stared up at Dylan, who was walking away toward the stairs.

Instead of explaining where he had been for the three days and two nights she hadn't seen him, he had just shoved divorce papers into her hands and ordered her to sign them.

Jessica snapped out of her trance and quickly called Dylan back. "Wait, Dylan! What's the meaning of this? You just got home, and instead of explaining where you went, you're talking to me about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?"

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

Jessica was puzzled by her husband's question and 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've turned fat overnight, and I cannot continue with you anymore! I cannot carry you or 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, turning to walk away toward the stairs.

Jessica replied, "No, Dylan! We cannot divorce. I love you, and I'm already working on myself."

Jessica had been 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 insisted that she quit her job to take care of their two kids, stating that she couldn't leave all the work to the maid.

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

Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his meals and spend time with their kids, and Jessica happily complied, hoping it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet now, Dylan was filing for divorce.

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."

Jessica tearfully asked, "What did I do wrong, Dylan? Why do you want to destroy our marriage?"

Dylan turned and replied, "You've become ugly, Jessica, and you're not the same woman I married. So leave!"

"What!" Jessica was shocked by Dylan's statement and looked at his face in disbelief. She could smell alcohol on him and noticed the red lipstick on his lips.

Jessica didn't want to believe that Dylan was cheating on her. She asked, "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? Agreed, you're a billionaire's daughter, and your father helped me establish myself in the past. So what? I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore. You've turned fat and are not the kind of wife I want to come home to. So leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, breaking Jessica's heart into pieces.

Tears streamed down her face, soaking 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. Some women gain weight after having children, and it's not a disease."

Dylan climbed the stairs and paused, staring back at Jessica. He saw that she looked innocent in her long white nightgown and remembered that she hadn't been overweight when he 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 support 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 mansion here. So sign the divorce papers and leave!"

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

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

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

Tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking the divorce papers in her hands. "You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I'm not like this before, and I cannot lose weight overnight just to please you and satisfy 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 met Dylan.

Dylan was a handsome black man—trustworthy, friendly, and the kind of man every other woman would pray to have.

In the early stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic. He never got tired in bed with her, making her want him more, and she couldn't resist his sexual prowess.

If anyone had told her then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her, Jessica would have cursed them as a hater. She had dated Dylan for two years before they finally got married.

But now, Dylan wanted 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 with someone else. Come back here, Dylan! You need to explain what happened to the man 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 today after spending two days outside our matrimonial home, and you are telling me that I'm fat and ugly now, and not the kind of wife you want to come home to? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce!" Jessica stood up from the couch and rushed upstairs to confront her husband.