After Five Years Of Marriage

2| The Avoidance

Jessica rushed into the bedroom, still holding the divorce papers in her hands. She saw her husband stripping off his suit as he stood nàked in the middle of the bedroom, wanting to take his bath.

She gulped hard as her blue eyes came in contact with her husband’s unclad body. He might look like he wasn’t aging at all, but he had matured and was not the same young man she had married five years ago.

Jessica remembered how her father had rejected Dylan because her family had a personal hatred for poor people. She had begged her family on his behalf and acted annoyed with her parents just so they could approve of Dylan and accept him to become her husband.

She supported his business to grow, and now that he was already made and a billionaire—as they were blessed with two beautiful kids—Dylan was now speaking to her about divorce and beginning to have a double mindset about their five years of marriage.

Jessica knew that marriage wasn’t a “do or die” affair. But she had tried to be the good wife that she could be to Dylan—by waking up very early in the morning and preparing his breakfast by herself, and also their kids’ too. She had to prepare them very early in the morning to take them to school every day, and still go back to their school after closing hour to bring them home.

Jessica knew that she had paused her own life to help Dylan build his own life and their family too, by training their two kids at home and becoming a full-time housewife. Now Dylan was telling her about a divorce and that their five years of marriage was over.

“Dylan,” Jessica called her husband to gain his attention, and he turned around to face her as he had taken off all his clothes.

“What is it? Have you signed the divorce papers now?” Dylan asked as he stared at Jessica’s face coldly.

“No, Dylan. We cannot divorce. I cannot agree to divorce you, and you know that I love you very much,” Jessica replied, wanting to believe that her husband had previously spoken to her about divorce out of his drunken state.

She walked up to meet her husband and to embrace him where he stood in the middle of their bedroom, trying to touch his hard, bronze, chiseled chest, but Dylan quickly caught her hand away before she could feel his hardness.

Dylan shoved Jessica's hand down beside herself and told her, “You have no right to my body again, Jessica! And the earlier that you sign those divorce papers and leave, the better—for you to return back home to your father’s house and to get another man that will marry you.”

“Dylan!” Jessica looked puzzled and heartbroken by her husband’s statement to her again as her blue eyes immediately turned red and welled up in hot tears.

She questioned him, “So you’re cheating on me now, Dylan? That you can confidently tell me to leave and to go back home to my parents’ house, and to get another man that will marry me. Is that how much hatred you have for me now?”

Dylan ignored responding to his wife’s questions as he was nàked, and he could feel her eyes all over his bare body and on his dîck too.

Dylan hastily walked away into the bathroom to bathe while Jessica stood speechless in their bedroom, still holding the divorce papers in her hands.

Jessica missed her husband, and she really wanted him to make love to her. She was hoping that when Dylan had returned home, he would apologize to her about where he had been for two days outside. But instead, he was speaking to her about a divorce and telling her that she had no access to his body again, thereby depriving her of her conjugal rights.

Jessica looked at the divorce papers in her hands again as their bedroom’s white bulb was still on and the bedroom was painted white.

She walked up to their white bed headboard and kept the divorce papers there, safely on the headboard of their magnificent bed.

She stripped off her clothes and decided to join Dylan in bathing together, as she believed that he was still joking and doing all that because of the alcohol intake.

Jessica stripped herself nàked and walked into the bathroom to join her husband in bathing, and to torture him with the same level of torture that he had just given to her now.

She was a thick fair-skinned woman, with a pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and long golden hair on her head.

Jessica knew that she had a very nice curvy shape even after birthing two beautiful children. She still looked cute and sexily curvy. A lot of mature men out there still wooed her and asked her out on a date, but she was a faithful woman, and she loved Dylan very much and couldn’t cheat on him.

Jessica had never looked down on Dylan before, not even when he was poor and managing himself.

She loved him very much, supported him, made love to him however way that he wanted it—as Dylan was a s*x maniac—and they were already blessed with two beautiful children.

Jessica remembered that she had met Dylan at a fuel station where he worked before as a fuel attendant there. He had sold fuel into her car on the first day that they met. And she quickly walked into the bathroom to join him in bathing, before Dylan would be through with his bath or step out from the bathroom.

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Dylan was standing under the shower tap—he didn’t use the white bathtub in bathing. He saw Jessica walk into the bathroom to join him in bathing. Her sexy body made him hard immediately.

Dylan quickly stared away from Jessica as he hastened with his bath and switched on the shower tap like that to rinse off his soapy body, even though he wasn’t yet through with his bath.

Similarly, Dylan rushed out from the bathroom as he didn’t want to spend any more minutes there with Jessica, knowing that he would end up fụcking her hard in the bathroom, and he wouldn’t be able to resist her allure.

Jessica stood speechless in the bathroom and shook her head in sadness as she saw Dylan run out.

She murmured, “What’s wrong with him? Why is he behaving like that?”

Jessica actually saw how Dylan had rushed out from the bathroom, and she walked up to the white bathtub to have her bath there, as she mostly used the white bathtub in bathing instead.

She entered inside the bathtub and started scrubbing her body.

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Meanwhile, Dylan walked out to the master bedroom and knew that he wanted to divorce Jessica simply because his first love, Rosie Andrew, was back in the country.

Rosie had visited Dylan in his company and inside his office too, where she cried to him and told him, “Why, Dylan? Why didn’t you wait for me to return back home first, before you went ahead and married another woman, after ten years of knowing me and proposing to marry me first?”

Dylan knew that he had first made a promise to Rosie in the past that he would marry her when he deflowered her. He was the first man to deflower Rosie, but he wasn’t the first man that deflowered Jessica. But Jessica was still a kind-hearted woman to him and the most genuine lady that he had ever met.

And no matter what Dylan had done to make Jessica annoyed or to break up with him, Jessica never got angry, as she mostly overlooked everything.

Dylan had told Jessica before that she couldn’t be going to work again and ignoring taking care of him and their two children at home. Thereby leaving all the work to their maid at home to be cooking his food and feeding him too. 'Did she also want the maid to be warming his bed?'

Jessica happily dumped her job as a banker in a big bank that she previously worked with, and she became a full-time housewife just to please Dylan.

Jessica’s car also got faulty in the third year of their marriage and after Nina’s birth. The car couldn’t work properly without a proper mechanical engineer to repair it, but Dylan refused to repair her car or to replace it with a new car, even though he was a billionaire.

Dylan then bought a new car for himself to irritate Jessica and to see if she would get annoyed and leave his house by divorcing him. But Jessica ignored him and had been managing her old car like that, or using public transportation instead, since he refused to buy a new car for her.

Jessica refused to leave Dylan's home, and she went to repair her car like that. And he reduced the amount of food money that he gave to her weekly to take care of their home and their two kids. As he remembered, he told her, “You are too fat now, Jessica, and you should be eating only once a day so that you can reduce in weight. So this money will be enough for you and our two kids as you manage it. Don’t you watch your weight at all, Jessica? Just two kids, and you’re already looking like my mother’s age-mate.”

Jessica smiled and replied, “But I’m still beautiful, Dylan, and you don’t expect me to remain the same 22-year-old Jessica Albert that you met before and got married to. I am 27 years old now, and it is expected for me to have changed, as change is always constant. Even you, my husband, you have changed as you look more mature now and handsomer than when we got married. So you’re also changing too, my love.”

Dylan frowned, knowing that Jessica knew how to smile past every difficult situation with him. She never got annoyed with him, nagged at him, or looked down on him, nor compared him with other topnotch billionaires in their state.

She mostly encouraged him to never give up in life, and he got frustrated about how to divorce the kind-hearted woman that he had married as his wife.