After Five Years Of Marriage

n usually made love to her in the bathroom whenever they

ater. After she finished her bath, she rinsed her body and finall

d was sitting on the bed, feeling tipsy from the

he immediately turned his gaze away from he

the wall. She frowned at her husband's beha

ke out a nightgown. She tried hard not to

been absent from home for two days in a row. She wond

rs. Even after touching the white nightgown she wanted

t lost in thought as hot te

the white nightgown she had been holding. She put it o

oard, and she shook her head in sadness before wa

the bed, he felt her weight pressing down and his eyes subt

as about to divorce, and seeing her sobbing too, Dylan

l asleep. The alcohol hadn't worn off yet, and he was tired and exhausted f

erneath his head, and resumed sleeping while Jessica blinked her tears a

ay, Jessica decided to be the good wife she was. She wrapped her left arm arou

ling his manly scent as she hug

n inhaled Jessica's sweet blossom scent, and his eyes subtly opened again. Even

ked, "What's wrong with you, Jessica?

t wearing a bra beneath her large breasts, he saw that her w

nd Jessica replied,

king about it," Dylan curtly stated before grabbing his pillow and drunkenly stepping off the bed. He put on his black slippers

alone in their master bedroom. She cried out

er Dylan as he exited their sitting room upstair

ged heavily on the guest room door,

in the guest room, wanting to esca

your wife!" Jessica cried out as she

n the corridor and saw it

bedroom to sleep alone. She didn't want to wake their two kids, and

her kids would be going to school the following Thursday morning. She

n the bed, thinking about the new woman who had come

would lose weight to impress Dylan a

adn't been easy for her since she loved eating and

bout her plans to lose more weight. Esther had advised

ing daily, losing weight wa

ort woman walked into her home with a big black traveling bag. This woman was not her; she

am, pleading with her, "Please, you cannot send me away from my hus

nown Dylan longer than you have. You

isregarding their kids' presence. He told her, "Leave my house,

n't send me away. I love

struggle on the bed i

in her dream, "Please, Dylan,

her left wrist, attempting to throw her outside their mansion. She cried out

usly on the bed to wake her up. He sat beside her and sh

che and remembered returning home the previous night with the divorce p