4: Her Revelation

Dylan loved Jessica very much, but Rosie was already back in his life. Rosie was beautiful, and most importantly, she was slim and simple—the way he would have preferred Jessica to be. 

It used to be easy for him to lift Jessica up to his chest and make love to her while standing in their bedroom. However, Jessica was now too heavy for him to carry, and their once passionate intimate moments had diminished and become dull. He could no longer engage in the fun activities he used to enjoy with her.

Jessica was mostly preoccupied with taking care of their two kids, and Dylan didn't like how their fun moments had faded away. He found himself bullying Jessica about her chubby body, but she usually smiled it off, unaware that he was serious. No matter what he did to annoy her, she would only smile and never expressed her frustration, which left him feeling frustrated as well. He couldn't cheat on her or find a random woman to sleep with either, as it would ruin his reputation and business if anyone who knew him saw him in a club or leaving a hotel with someone who wasn't his wife.

Jessica's father was a billionaire in their state and a very influential man. Dylan knew he couldn't simply cheat on Jessica and indulge in the wild pleasures he desired, especially now that Rosie was back in the country and they had reunited.

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

In Rosie's words: "Dylan, babe, you're not the first man to divorce his wife, and you won't be the last. So please, divorce that woman at home so we can marry, as you promised to marry me when I was 16 years old."

Dylan remembered the time he was with Rosie at her home when she suggested he divorce Jessica. In that moment, he had lifted Rosie into his arms, wrapping her slender legs around his waist in the intimate position he loved most.

Dylan agreed to divorce Jessica, believing it would alleviate his guilt about cheating. Rosie even helped him prepare the divorce papers, and he couldn't believe he was actually going through with it. He hadn’t gone to the bureau of marriage affairs or consulted his lawyer; he simply provided Rosie with both his and Jessica's full names and hadn’t even read the divorce papers yet.

Despite everything, Dylan still loved Jessica for all she had done for him, and a part of him didn't want to divorce her. She had never done anything wrong, aside from gaining weight. Jessica truly loved him and had supported him in becoming the billionaire he was today.

Stepping out of the guest room where he had slept the previous night, Dylan walked into the living room and saw his two kids playing and running around.

It was already after 8 AM, and Dylan wondered what Jessica was still doing upstairs instead of preparing the kids for school.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Caleb and Nina rushed to hug his legs when they saw him.

Dylan picked up Caleb first with his right arm and then lifted Nina with his left. "No school today?" he asked them.

Nina looked so much like Jessica with her pretty yellow face and cute chubby cheeks, while Caleb resembled Dylan with his dark skin and cool short black hair.

Caleb shook his head and replied, "I don't know, Dad."

"Okay, wait. Let me find out from your mummy. And don't play roughly with your sister, okay? I'm coming back," Dylan said as he climbed the stairs, remembering that he had fired their last maid and asked Jessica to handle all the house chores alone. He didn't want her sitting idly at home while leaving all the work for a maid.

When Dylan reached their bedroom, he found Jessica crying on the bed in a dream state, calling out his name and screaming.

Without realizing it, he rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms and trying to wake her. "Jessica, babe, it's me, Dylan. Wake up; I'm here now."

Dylan shook her gently as she continued to cry out his name. "Dylan, please don't send me away. I'm sorry, Dylan. Please..."

"I'm here, babe. I won't send you away. Wake up now, Jessica, I'm here," he reassured her. He was unsure if this was one of Jessica's tricks to keep him from divorcing her, but he had never seen her like this before, and it worried him. Finally, he managed to wake her.

Jessica's forehead and face were covered in sweat from crying in her dream and begging Dylan. When she heard his deep voice close to her, her eyes fluttered open, meeting his handsome face and sharp blue eyes.

"Dylan..." Jessica called his name slowly, wanting to confirm it was really him. She reached up to touch his chin and jawline, ensuring he was truly there and not just a figment of her imagination.

As Dylan met her gaze, Jessica blushed, unable to believe he was really there with her in their bedroom. She remembered he had left her to sleep alone on their big bed the previous night.

Seeing that Jessica was finally awake, Dylan carefully sat her up on the bed and stood up, staring at her coldly.

Dylan raked his short black hair in frustration while meeting Jessica's gaze. She felt embarrassed, realizing she had cried throughout the night and even while dreaming.

The dream had felt so real; she had seen Dylan throw her belongings outside, and when she cried out for him, he had finally returned to his senses, choosing not to send her away. In her dream, a strange woman had been present, angrily leaving their home when Dylan refused to send Jessica away.

Jessica knew she had to consult her pastor to pray against any strange woman trying to destroy her marriage. She looked at Dylan, who stood beside their bed, raking his hair as he stared away from her.

His former gentle smile had turned serious, and he finally asked, "Aren't the kids going to school today?"

"The kids?" Jessica asked, perplexed, as she had completely forgotten about them. She remained seated on the bed, still in her almost transparent white nightgown.

Using the hem of her nightgown, she wiped her sweaty forehead and tears away from her cheeks, sniffing as she asked Dylan, "Which kids?"

Dylan's expression hardened as he replied, "Our kids, Jessica. Aren't they going to school today?"

"Oh! I forgot! They're already late!" Jessica exclaimed, jumping off the bed as she rushed to leave the bedroom. Realizing she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, she quickly walked back to the wardrobe to grab her undergarments, not caring that Dylan was watching her.

Dylan remained beside the bed as Jessica hurriedly put on her bra and panties, then threw on a jacket over her nightgown before finally rushing downstairs to meet her children. Her children were still on the living room and their bedroom on the left side of their mansion.