Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie's POV: I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laugh so hard with my elder sister in the living room. What pained me most was seeing how well he got along with her. Franklin had never laughed like this with me before, and here he was, laughing loudly with my elder sister in the living room. Amelia Jackson was my elder sister. We had the same father but different mothers. My mother had been a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn't like me. I had three older brothers, James, Asher, and Felix. They all doted on Amelia. Amelia and I were the same age, but she was only a month older than me, so that made her my elder sister. We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby. Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city where we lived, and he never liked me, his wife. It was a mistake that led to Franklin's and my marriage, a mistake I shouldn't have accepted. Taking you back three years, my father and Franklin's father were best friends. While my father had a business party at home, he invited a lot of tycoons. One thing led to another, and Franklin and I got caught in my room. I knew Amelia had set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He thought I had drugged him and lured him to my room so he would sleep with me. We had to become a couple to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's family was also disappointed. Everyone knew I was my father's illegitimate daughter, and they wondered why he had kept me instead of kicking me out and letting Amelia marry Franklin. After my wedding with Franklin, I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink—that was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me on that eventful night. A lot of invitees had come with their children, who were already adults, but none of them came to speak to me. I was already 22 years old then—naive—and Franklin and I got caught in a compromising position on the bed. We got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband. Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we didn't sleep with each other, and I didn't conceive, even though it was my first time. We lived like neighbors who hated each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Franklin wanted to divorce me to marry her. How shameless of a sister to want to date her younger sister's husband? Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me, and as I was 25, he was 30. I watched as Franklin wore a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs—he loved to gym. He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any other man I had seen. His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was drooling over him. Franklin was very tall. His arms were bigger, and so were his thighs. I wasn't even up to his chest—to tell you the truth, I'm a shorty. Although I had an hourglass shape. Franklin didn't find me attractive in any way. "How was your study, Amy?" I heard Franklin ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her shortened name. Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup that Franklin had refilled while I sat at the dining table, setting up our dinner. We had no maid at home, simply because Franklin had mandated that I wouldn't go to work when I didn't have any meaningful certificate. As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn't further my education. My stepmother had forced me to learn tailoring while Amelia went to university and became a certified accountant. I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Franklin felt it was a useless profession, like becoming a fashion designer. He called me ugly and said I wasn't fashionable. He didn't like to take me out to hang out with his friends. He didn't give me money for upkeep either. I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to save some for my personal use. "It was fine, Frankie," Amelia said, and I hated that she and my husband were calling each other pet names. This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only called me "Natalie!" In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, like he didn't want to see me. "Natalie! Is dinner ready?" Franklin asked me just as he settled across from Amelia on the next black couch in our exquisite living room. I had finished preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the food I had prepared and at my husband and my half-sister. "Natalie! I'm talking to you!" Franklin shouted at me again. "Hmm, no food for you both," I replied and covered the food I had already served. First, I hadn't invited Amelia to my home. I wouldn't serve her any food either. She should get out and return to our father's house and look for her own husband to call pet names with. Franklin immediately rose from the couch and dashed up to meet me. "Where are you taking the tray of food to? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached me and took the tray from my hand. I looked at him irritably and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes. I knew her target—she wanted to take my husband. She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me she was coming back to collect everything I had stolen from her, including my husband. "Franklin, you slapped me because of what? I cooked this food, and you can't eat it," I said. "Why? Didn't I give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands. Don't think I'll apologize for the slap. Come, Amy—don't mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves." Franklin called out for Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom. Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered to cook. I knew Amelia was my sister, and I wasn't supposed to be jealous. But Franklin had never served me any food before, not to mention the one I had cooked myself. Franklin also saw that I hadn't served any bowl of water, so he went to the kitchen himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands. He sat across from her, and she blushed, not caring to ask me to join them in eating. "Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup I had served out for myself, as that was the portion Franklin had served for Amelia as her own plate of soup to eat. "What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy—let's go out to get something more palatable to eat." Franklin said as he stood up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband had to go out of our matrimonial home to eat. "Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned me. "Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you've poisoned it?" "What?" I frowned as Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in the living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. Yes, Franklin and I had different bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut, aren't you ashamed to date your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you can't use your beauty to find your own husband!" I cussed at Amelia, and she hissed. "Get out of my house!" I was enraged, remembering that Amelia and her brothers had never liked me. They had mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought getting married would give me my own happiness and family. Yet this very same family that didn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be. As I rushed to push Amelia out of our house, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.