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

She is a beautiful, overweight, yellow woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years.

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

Jessica has a son and a daughter with Dylan. Her first child, Caleb, is a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, is a two-year-old girl, and they are fast asleep in their separate bedrooms.

For two nights, after Dylan left to work on Monday morning, Jessica hasn't seen her husband return home and has noticed that his mood changed before he left the house.

Jessica stood in the living room and placed a call to 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 as she had called Dylan's phone line several times, and she really needed to see her husband.

She had lied to their two kids, telling them their father had gone 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, 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 is a 30-year-old black man, and he owns 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 to him to deliver to Jessica and to divorce her outright.

Dylan walked up to meet 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. You read through this divorce paper, sign it, and pack your things tomorrow to return to your father's house. You can take our kids with you or leave them behind, 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 to her, and she 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 living room stairs.

Instead of Dylan explaining to her where he had gone for three days and two nights that 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. She asked him, "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. He asked, "Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately, 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 have turned overweight, and I cannot continue with you anymore! I cannot be with you intimately the way I want, as you have overgrown 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 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, she started gaining weight at home. Dylan complained that she had become lazy and insisted that she quit her job to look after their two kids, stating she couldn't leave everything 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 for him and spend time with their kids, and Jessica happily did all that, hoping 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 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 end our marriage?"

Dylan turned and spat, "You've turned unattractive, Jessica, and are not the same woman I married. So leave!"

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

Jessica didn't want to believe that Dylan was already 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 in the past to establish myself. So what? I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, as you have turned overweight and are not the kind of wife I want to come home to. So leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica's heart broke into pieces hearing his final remark.

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

Dylan climbed the living room stairs and paused as he stared back at Jessica, noticing that she indeed looked innocent in her long white nightgown and that she wasn’t really overweight when he initially married her.

He replied, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. So, 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 living room stairs and went back upstairs to the master bedroom he shared with Jessica, leaving her alone in the living room, staring at the divorce papers in her hands.

Jessica looked back 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. She said, "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 black couches in the living room, as they had seven black couches in total. She remembered the first day she met Dylan.

Dylan is a handsome Black man, very trustworthy and friendly—the kind of man that every other lady would pray to have.

In the initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic with her, and he never grew tired in bed with her. He made her want him, and she couldn't resist his sexual prowess either.

If anyone had told her back then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her, Jessica would have cursed that person as a hater; 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! You need to explain to me what happened to the man I met before and married. You cannot divorce me now! No! Not after five years of marriage. Never! I cannot take this!"

"How can you return home today after spending two days away from our matrimonial home, and tell me that I'm fat and ugly now—not the kind of wife you want to come home to? 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.