n usually made love to her in the bathroom whenever they

p, and water. After finishing her bath, she rinsed her body a

the bed, preparing to sleep, as he was feeling tipsy fr

but immediately turned away from her and

he wall. She frowned at her husband's behavi

ake out a nightgown to wear. She tried har

lly after being absent from home for two days. She wond

rs. Even as she touched the white nightgown she wanted to wear, she fo

the white nightgown she had been holding and put it on

adboard. She shook her head in sadness and wal

mbed onto it, he felt her weight press down and his eyes ope

about to divorce, and noticing that she was sobbing, Dyl

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

y under his head, and resumed sleeping while Jessica blinked away h

Jessica resolved to be the good wife she always tried to be. She wrapped her lef

, inhaling his masculine scent

d Jessica's sweet floral scent, his eyes subtly opened again. He immediately sprang

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

bra underneath her large breasts. And that her white nightgown was almos

ied, "I want

ing about this." Dylan cut her off, immediately grabbing his pillow and drunkenly stepping down from the bed. He wore his black

ll alone in their master bedroom. She cried out

sed after Dylan as he exited their sitting room ups

estroom door and banged heavily on it, urging Dylan to un

he bed in the guestroom to sleep, since Jes

m your wife!" Jessica cried ou

or clock and saw that it

dn't want to wake their kids and, since the master bedroom was the biggest room in the mansion, she

bed, Jessica t

hool the following Thursday morning. They attended a day school. She had to

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

would lose weight and impress Dylan, by

been easy for her. She loved eating and sleeping,

bout her plans to lose more weight. Esther had advised

ercising, losing weight h

ked into her home with a big black suitcase full of clothes. This short woman wasn't Jessica-in the

ay from her husband's house. Desperately pleading, she said, "Please, you cannot send m

ylan long before you did, and your t

e, not even caring that their kids were present. He told her, "Leave my

n't send me away. I love

luxurious white bed in the master

g with Dylan, "Please, Dylan,

r left wrist to throw her out of their mansion. She cried out more desperat

ously on the bed to wake her. Sitting beside her, he sh

a headache and remembered that he returned home with the divorce papers