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

She was a beautiful, full-figured, fair-skinned woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years.

She had been submissive, loving, and took 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 child, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, was a two-year-old girl. They were fast asleep in their separate bedrooms.

For two nights, since 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 for work on Monday morning.

Jessica stood in the living room and called Dylan to find out where he was, but the network provider informed 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, saying their father went to work on Monday morning. Yet, Dylan didn't return 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. She went outside, peeked, and saw that Dylan had finally returned home.

She sighed and went back into the house to wait for Dylan to come inside.

Soon, Dylan stepped out of his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old black man, and he 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 give to Jessica and divorce her immediately.

Dylan walked up to Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, shoved the divorce papers into her hands, and told her, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Read through this divorce paper, sign it, pack your things tomorrow, and return to your father's house. You can leave with our kids if you want to, or you can leave them behind and go alone, but make sure you pack your things tomorrow and leave! I will give you some funds and 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 and stared up at Dylan as she saw him walk away toward the living room stairs.

Instead of explaining to her where he had been for three days and two nights, Dylan shoved a divorce paper into her hands and ordered her to sign it.

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, and instead of explaining to me where you've been, you're talking about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?"

Jessica looked teary, and Dylan paused and turned back to face her. He asked 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 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've outgrown me, and that's just the truth! This marriage is not working anymore. So sign the divorce paper and leave!" Dylan spat in a cold voice and turned to walk away toward 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, but after giving birth to Nina and starting to gain weight at home, Dylan complained that she had become lazy and insisted she quit her job to look after their two kids at home, stating that she couldn't leave all the work to the maid alone.

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

Dylan insisted that Jessica must 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 was filing for a 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 paper 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, Dylan? Why do you want to ruin 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 at Dylan's statement, and she looked at her husband's face in disbelief. She smelled alcohol and noticed the red lipstick on his lips.

Jessica didn't 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 are not the kind of wife I want to have at home or come back to meet. So leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica's heart broke into pieces at Dylan's final statement to her.

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

Dylan climbed the living room stairs and paused as he looked back at Jessica. He saw that she indeed looked so innocent in her long white nightgown, and she wasn't really fat before when he initially married her.

He replied, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. So take your time, read through the divorce paper, and sign it. I acknowledge all your efforts in making our marriage work and all your family's efforts in supporting us, both in the past and present, but this marriage isn't working anymore. And I cannot continue to sleep outside of my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have a luxurious duplex mansion here as my home. So sign the divorce paper and leave!"

Dylan climbed the living room stairs and went back upstairs 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 p.m. Yet, Dylan was just returning home from work, and she knew his company usually closed by 5 p.m.

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

Tears rolled down her face and heavily wet the divorce papers in her hands. She said, "You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I wasn't like this before, and I cannot become thin overnight just to please you and satisfy you the way you want..."

Jessica fell backward onto one of the black couches in the living room. They had seven black couches, and she remembered the first day she met Dylan.

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

In the initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic to her, and he never got tired in bed with her. He made her want him, 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 now, Jessica would have cursed the person as a hater, as she 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, as 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 today after spending two days outside of our matrimonial home, and you're telling me that I'm fat and ugly now, and not the kind of wife you want to come back home to meet? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce. Dylan!" Jessica stood up from the living room couch and rushed back upstairs to their bedroom to confront her husband.