Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 3

(Franklin's POV)

"You're right. We would have gotten married, but it's not too late to divorce your sister now. She isn't up to my standard, and I do not like her," I said as the waiter brought our dinner, and Amelia smiled.

"How about me? I've always admired you. Honestly, that night, I felt sad seeing Natalie drug you and use you as her pawn to escape our parents' home. She's just wayward, and I've always admired you, hoping we would become married," Amelia said, tears gathering in her blue eyes.

I sighed.

"Do not worry. I will end my marriage with Natalie, okay? She can move on with her life with whomever she pleases—I do not care," I told Amelia, and she smiled sweetly.

"Does that mean you will consider dating me now? I really do love you, Franklin," Amelia asked, looking at me sweetly.

She was very beautiful, with fair porcelain skin and with her blue eyes shining, I couldn't say no to her request.

I had always wanted to date Amelia. I used to like her then. She was tall like a formidable model, with slender legs, a slim waist, and ample bosom.

Those days, my father often sent me on errands to meet Mr. Jackson, and from there, I would catch a glimpse of Amelia. Also, whenever our families hosted end-of-year events like New Year's festivities, Christmas, or birthday celebrations, my dad would invite the Jacksons to our home.

Presently, after I got married and moved away from my father's house—where I now lived with my wife—I hardly attended those end-of-year celebrations, as I felt ashamed to be in the same location as my wife.

I would travel out of town and give excuses to my dad about why I couldn't show up.

The waiter soon arrived with our meals, and I got pressed and stood up from the table to excuse myself.

"I'm coming—I want to use the restroom," I told Amelia, and she smiled at me.

"Okay," Amelia replied, while the waiter positioned our meals on the table.

I knew I wasn't supposed to leave my meal, but Amelia was like family to me, and I trusted her.

I quickly waved away the negative feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach as I left for the restroom to relieve myself.

I stole a final look at Amelia, before I entered the restroom, and I saw her looking at me.

I hurried into the men's restroom to relieve myself. There were several stalls for the men to use, knowing the restaurant could get crowded with lots of patrons.

As I got out of the restroom, wanting to leave—not expecting that I would need to go, simply because I hadn't had time to relieve myself at home—I bumped into Michael Austin, my childhood best friend here in the city.

Michael wore a white shirt paired with black jeans, similar to mine, and black canvas shoes too.

"Franklin! What brought you here, bro? Hold up—let me use the restroom quickly," Michael rushed into the restroom to relieve himself too, while I waited for him to come out.

"Franklin!" Michael exclaimed, and we shook hands. I asked him, "What's up with you, Michael? What brings you here too?"

Michael smiled and replied, "I was just bored at home. You know, no wife or girlfriend, so I came here to see if I could find any pretty lady to hang out with."

Michael had dark skin, compared to my fair complexion.

"That's fine. I have to go now—as I came here with my date," I replied, wanting to leave and not wanting to mention that I had come here with my wife's half-sister.

"Your date?" Michael looked taken aback as he stopped me, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, can't I go on a date again?" I asked Michael. I saw him frown but quickly laugh it off and reply, "Of course, Franklin. Hahaha—you can go on a date. But with your wife, I guess. Who did you arrive here with?"

"Come, let's go out and meet her. She will be waiting for me," I told Michael, as he didn't seem happy to hear that I had come here on a date and not with my wife, actually.

Damn it—I never went on any date with Natalie. I hadn't taken her out for shopping. I just planned to divorce her, and while the matter was still ongoing in my mind, I hadn't discussed it yet with Michael, even though he was my best friend. I knew he wouldn't support me divorcing Natalie, as he kind of had a soft spot for her.

Michael and I were the same age. He owned several hotels here, thanks to his affluent parents too. He was a billionaire, and his father was a senator.

We exited the men's restroom and went back to the private parlor to join Amelia.

As I approached the chair where Amelia sat—just as I saw that the waiter had already served my request—I quickly introduced Michael to Amelia.

"Hey, bro—meet my girlfriend, Amelia Jackson. Amy, this is Michael Austin, my childhood best friend," I introduced Amelia to Michael just as I moved to take my seat, wanting to be quick with my dinner and return home on time to my unwanted wife.

"Hi," Amelia said to Michael as she stood up from her seat and extended her right hand for a handshake.

Michael only stared at Amelia's hand and didn't accept it.

"Franklin, isn't she your wife's half-sister? Are you fụcking both your wife and her half-sister now?" Michael asked me. His anger was evident, and that actually pissed me off—as he shouted so loudly, despite the fact we were in the private hall.

Some other patrons looked at our table in shock, despite the dimly lit room. Amelia appeared tense.

"Shut up, Michael! What has gotten into you? I am not fụcking Natalie at home, and whatever relationship I have with Natalie and her half-sister is none of your business," I snarled, pissed off that my best friend always supported my wife over me.

Michael never found any fault in Natalie and would often disagree with me if I told him she was ugly and not my type.

"Really? I thought you arrived here with your wife, and here you are, fooling around with your wife's half-sister. Don't you feel any shame, Franklin? And if you want to cheat on Natalie at all, must you cheat with her sister?!" Michael shouted, seeming to draw more attention from the patrons in the restaurant. We weren't the only ones using the large parlor, and with Michael raising his voice, he disrupted the serene atmosphere of the private space.

"Michael, you can leave and not disturb or lecture me on how to live my life," I told him, seeing Amelia looked embarrassed. Michael looked at us just as I told Amelia to sit back, then he turned around and left.

I treasured my friendship with Michael, but he was getting on my nerves every time he disagreed with me about divorcing Natalie.

He most times told me I was blind to how beautiful Natalie was.

"I apologize on my best friend's behalf. He's always like that, picking Natalie's side. I'm beginning to think if he's fụcking her behind my back, like the cheap woman she is," I told Amelia to ease her tense mood.