Chapter 2 - Avoiding Her

Jessica entered 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 room, preparing to take a bath.

She gulped hard as her blue eyes met her husband's bare body. He might look as if he wasn't aging at all, but he had matured—he was no longer the same young man she had married five years ago.

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

She had supported his business until it grew, and now that he was successful—a billionaire, no less, and they were blessed with two beautiful children—Dylan was talking about divorce and having second thoughts about their five-year marriage.

Jessica knew marriage wasn't a "do-or-die" affair. But she had tried to be the best wife she could be to Dylan—waking up early in the morning to prepare his breakfast herself, along with meals for their children. She had to get them ready early every day to take them to school and then pick them up after classes ended.

She had paused her own life to help Dylan build his and their family, training their two children at home and becoming a full-time housewife. Now Dylan was telling her the marriage was over.

"Dylan," Jessica called to get his attention. He turned to face her, having removed all his clothes.

"What is it? Have you signed the divorce papers yet?" Dylan asked, staring at her face coldly.

"No, Dylan. We can't divorce. I can't agree to it—you know I love you very much," Jessica replied. She wanted to believe her husband had spoken about divorce earlier only because he was drunk.

She walked up to embrace him where he stood in the middle of their bedroom, reaching to touch his hard, bronze, chiseled chest. But Dylan quickly caught her hand and pushed it away before she could feel him.

Dylan shoved her hand down to her side and said, "You have no right to my body anymore, Jessica. The sooner you sign those papers and leave, the better. You go back to your father's house and find another man to marry you."

"Dylan!" Jessica looked puzzled and heartbroken by her husband's words. Her blue eyes turned red and welled up with hot tears.

She questioned him, "So you're cheating on me now, Dylan? That's why you can confidently tell me to leave and go back to my parents' house to find another man? Is that how much hatred you have for me now?"

Dylan ignored his wife's questions. Nàked as he was, he could feel her eyes roaming over his bare body—and his dîck.

Dylan swiftly walked into the bathroom to bathe, leaving Jessica standing speechless in the bedroom, still clutching the divorce papers.

Jessica missed her husband and desperately wanted him to make love to her. She had hoped that when he returned home, he would apologize for being gone for two days. But instead, he was talking about divorce, telling her she had no access to his body anymore, and depriving her of her conjugal rights.

Jessica looked at the divorce papers in her hands. The bedroom's white bulb was still on, illuminating the white-painted walls.

She walked to their white headboard and placed the papers safely on it, next to their magnificent bed.

She stripped off her clothes and decided to join Dylan in the bath. She believed he was still joking and acting out of his drunken state.

Jessica undressed completely and walked into the bathroom to join her husband, intending to tease him with the same rejection he had just given her.

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

Jessica knew she had a very nice curvy figure, even after birthing two beautiful children. She still looked sexy—plenty of mature men wooed her and asked her out, but she was faithful and loved Dylan deeply. She could never cheat on him.

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

She loved him deeply, supported him, and made love to him however he wanted. Dylan was a sex maniac, and they were already blessed with two beautiful children.

Jessica remembered meeting Dylan at a fuel station where he worked as an attendant. He had filled her car with gas the first day they met. She hurried into the bathroom to join him before he finished his bath or stepped out.

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Dylan stood under the shower, as he rarely used the white bathtub. He saw Jessica enter the bathroom to join him, and her sexy body made him hard immediately.

Dylan quickly looked away from his wife, hastened his bath, and turned on the shower to rinse off the soap—even though he wasn't finished.

He rushed out of the bathroom. He didn't want to spend another minute there with Jessica, knowing he would end up fụcking her hard and wouldn't be able to resist her.

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

She murmured, "What's wrong with him? Why is he behaving like that?"

Jessica had seen how Dylan rushed out, so she walked to the white bathtub for her bath—she usually preferred it over the shower.

She climbed into the tub and began scrubbing her body.

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Dylan returned to the master bedroom, knowing he wanted to divorce Jessica simply because his first love, Rosie Andrew, had returned to the country.

Rosie had visited Dylan at his company, in his office, where she cried and said, "Why, Dylan? Why didn't you wait for me to come back before marrying another woman—after ten years of knowing me and proposing to me first?"

Dylan knew he had first promised to marry Rosie after deflowering her. He had been the first man to do so. Jessica hadn't been a virgin either, but she was still kind-hearted toward him—the most genuine woman he had ever met.

No matter what Dylan did to annoy Jessica or push her to break up with him, she never got angry. She always overlooked everything.

Dylan had once told Jessica she couldn't go to work anymore and ignore taking care of him and their children, leaving all the work to the maid—who cooked his meals and fed him. Did she want the maid warming his bed too?

Jessica had happily quit her job as a banker at a big firm and become a full-time housewife just to please him.

In the third year of their marriage, after Nina's birth, Jessica's car had broken down. It needed a proper mechanic, but Dylan refused to repair it or replace it with a new one, even though he was a billionaire.

Instead, he bought a new car for himself to irritate her and see if she would get annoyed and leave. But Jessica ignored it and managed with her old car or public transportation since he wouldn't buy her a new one.

Jessica refused to leave, even going so far as to repair the car herself. Dylan then reduced the weekly food money he gave her for the home and children, telling her, "You're too fat now, Jessica. You should eat only once a day to lose weight. This money will be enough for you and the kids—manage it. Don't you watch your weight at all? Just two kids, and you already look like my mother's age-mate."

Jessica had smiled and replied, "But I'm still beautiful, Dylan. You don't expect me to remain the same 22-year-old Jessica Albert you met and married. I'm 27 now, and it's natural to change—change is constant. Even you, my love, have changed; you look more mature and handsome than when we first married."

Dylan frowned, knowing Jessica always smiled through difficult situations. She never nagged, looked down on him, or compared him to other top billionaires in their state. She encouraged him never to give up. He grew frustrated at how to divorce such a kind-hearted woman.