4: Her Reality

Dylan loved Jessica very much, but Rosie was back in his life.

Rosie was beautiful and, most importantly, slim and simple—the way he would have preferred Jessica to be.

It could've been easy for Dylan to carry Jessica up to his chest and make love to her while standing in their bedroom.

But, Jessica was now too heavy for him to carry and perform all the passionate lovemaking styles he used to enjoy with her. Because of her chubby body, their sêxual relationship as husband and wife had become dull. He could no longer do all the fun things he enjoyed doing with Jessica.

Jessica was also preoccupied with taking care of their two children, and Dylan did not like how their fun moments had died down.

Dylan found himself bullying Jessica every day about her chubby body, but she usually smiled through it, not knowing that he was serious.

No matter what Dylan did to annoy her, Jessica would only smile and never become angry with him.

Dylan became frustrated because he could not leave their matrimonial home to cheat on Jessica or sleep with a random woman. It would ruin his reputation and his company if anyone who knew him saw him in a nightclub or leaving a hotel room with a woman who was not his wife.

Jessica’s father was also a billionaire in their state and an influential man. Dylan knew that he could not simply cheat on Jessica and enjoy the wild pleasure he desired. However, Rosie was back in the country, and they had reunited.

Dylan visited Rosie at her home, and she told him that she was still single. She even encouraged him to divorce Jessica so that they could be together again.

In Rosie’s words, “Dylan, you’re not the first man to divorce his wife, and you won’t be the last man. So please divorce the chubby woman you have at home so that we can get married, as you promised to marry me when I was sixteen years old.”

Dylan remembered having sex with Rosie in her home when she told him to divorce Jessica. He had carried Rosie up against his chest, with her two slender legs crossed around his waist, in the particular sêxual position he loved most.

Dylan agreed to divorce Jessica so that he would not feel guilty about cheating on her.

Rosie even helped him get the divorce papers ready. He could not believe that he was divorcing Jessica. He had not gone to the courthouse or spoken to his lawyer about it.

Dylan had only given Rosie his full name and his wife’s full name, and he had not even read the divorce papers she had helped him prepare.

Dylan still loved Jessica after all she had done for him. Part of him did not want to divorce her, because she was his wife and the mother of his two children.

Jessica had never done anything wrong to Dylan, aside from gaining weight. She truly loved him and had supported him in becoming the billionaire he was today.

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Dylan stepped out of the guest room, where he had slept the previous night, and entered the living room. He saw his two children playing and running around at that early hour of the day.

It was after eight o’clock in the morning, and Dylan wondered what Jessica was still doing upstairs in their bedroom instead of preparing their children for school and taking them there.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Caleb and Nina both rushed over to hug Dylan's legs when they saw him step out of the guest-room corridor and enter the living room.

Dylan first carried Caleb against his chest with his right arm and then lifted Nina with his left arm. He asked them, “No school today?”

Nina resembled Jessica, with her pretty fair face and cute, chubby cheeks, while Caleb resembled Dylan, with his dark skin and short black hair.

Caleb shook his head and replied to his father, “I don’t know, Dad.”

“Hmm, okay. Wait, let me find out from your mother. Don’t play rough with your sister, okay? I’ll be back.”

Dylan proceeded to climb the living-room stairs. He knew that he had dismissed their last maid and ordered Jessica to do all the housework and take care of their children alone because she could not sit lazily at home all day while leaving all the work to their maid.

Dylan went upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He saw Jessica crying on the bed while still dreaming and calling out his name loudly.

Without thinking, Dylan rushed over to Jessica, scooped her into his arms, and tried to wake her from her dream.

“Jessica, babe, it’s me, Dylan. Wake up. I’m here now, babe.”

Dylan shook Jessica gently to wake her as she continued calling out his name and crying.

“Dylan, Dylan, please don’t send me away. I’m sorry, Dylan. Please, Dylan.”

“I’m here, babe. I won’t send you away. Wake up now, Jessica. I’m here.”

Dylan did not know whether it was one of Jessica’s tricks to stop him from divorcing her, but he had never seen her in that state before. It worried him, and he eventually woke her.

Jessica’s forehead and face were covered in sweat. She had been crying and pleading with Dylan in her dream until she heard his deep, masculine voice close to her ears. Her blue eyes finally opened, and she looked up at his handsome Black face in front of her, meeting his sharp blue eyes.

“Dylan,” Jessica slowly called her husband’s name to make sure he was really there. She stretched out her right hand and touched his chin and fine jawline to confirm that he was with her and that she was no longer dreaming.

Jessica caressed Dylan’s jaw and blushed as she met his intense blue gaze. She could not believe that he was truly there with her in their bedroom. She remembered that he had left the bedroom the previous night, leaving her to sleep alone in their large bed.

Dylan saw that Jessica was finally awake. He met her unique blue eyes and carefully helped her sit up on the bed. He then moved away from her, stood up, and stared coldly at her face.

Dylan ran his fingers through his short black hair in frustration as he met Jessica’s gaze.

Jessica was embarrassed to realize that she had cried throughout the previous night and even cried out in real life because of the nightmare.

The dream had seemed so real. Jessica had seen Dylan throw her belongings outside, but as she continued crying and calling his name, he had come to his senses and no longer sent her away.

Dylan had become confused by the strange woman in their home, and the woman had angrily left after Dylan refused to send Jessica away.

Jessica knew that she had to consult her pastor to pray against any evil strange woman who was planning to destroy her home and marriage. She looked at Dylan, who stood beside their bed, running his fingers through his short black hair and staring away from her.

The gentle smile that had once been on his face had turned stern again. Dylan asked her, “Aren’t the kids going to school today?”

“The kids?” Jessica looked perplexed. She had completely forgotten about her two children and was still sitting on the bed in her white nightgown.

She used the hem of her white nightgown to wipe the sweat and tears from her forehead. Then she sniffed and asked Dylan, “Which kids?”

Dylan’s expression hardened as he asked her, “Our kids, Jessica? Aren’t they going to school today?”

“Oh! I forgot. They’re already late.”

Jessica jumped off the bed and was about to rush out of the bedroom, when she remembered that she was not wearing underwear. She quickly returned to the wardrobe, took out her underwear, and put it on, not minding that Dylan was watching her.

Dylan was still standing beside the bed. Jessica hurriedly took her white jacket and put it over her white nightgown, before exiting the bedroom. She rushed downstairs to the living room to meet her children, whose rooms were on the second side of the mansion.