Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 4

(Franklin's POV)

"Okay," Amelia replied, and we started eating the chicken pepper soup that the waiter had served us earlier.

We didn't speak to each other while eating, as the pepper soup was spicy.

After we finished and had a few drinks, I began to feel a light headache. I smiled at Amelia and told her,

"I have to go home now. How about we meet up tomorrow, Sunday? Do you go to church?"

"Um, yes, Franklin. But I would like to spend some time with you tonight—just you and me," Amelia said, touching my hand. I quickly withdrew it, understanding what she wanted.

"No. We cannot do anything silly for now. I'm still married to your sister, and my family isn't aware that I want to divorce her," I told Amelia, as I began to sweat despite the air conditioning in the private parlor.

Amelia frowned and tried to touch me again as she said, "No one would know, Franklin. I've always wanted you, and now that I'm back, we will be together, and you will send Natalie away."

I wanted to give in to Amelia's idea. My parents didn't like Natalie and had only forced me to marry her to hide our family's shame. My father wouldn't want news to spread that I had slept with a young woman in her father's house.

I had low memory of how Natalie and I had had s*x. Each time I tried to think about it, I would develop a headache.

"No," I snapped, rising to my feet. I told Amelia, "We will do all that later. I promise you—I'm not sleeping with your sister at home. After she set me up, I've been living with her like a neighbor, and we haven't done anything intimate like making love."

"Really?" Amelia's eyebrows shot up as she looked at me in shock.

"Yes. We have separate bedrooms, though sometimes we use the same room, and Natalie knows not to cross boundaries with me."

"But you've seen her nàked?" Amelia asked.

"No," I quickly waved off the topic of seeing my wife nàked. It was something I did not like to see.

Natalie was more beautiful náked than clothed. What did I expect from the daughter of a p********e? Thanks to the fact that she didn't know how to dress and mostly wore loose-fitting clothes that weren't good quality.

I wondered who had advised Natalie to learn fashion when she wasn't fashionable.

I would have preferred to open a supermarket for Natalie, but what if she seduced her male customers and drugged them?

Natalie was still my wife, and I was very famous in this part of the city. I wouldn't want my wife to drag my name through the mud with her wayward life, coupled with the fact that I hadn't touched her since we got married. So it was best that she stayed home.

Although I enjoyed Natalie's great cooking skills, I didn't want to acknowledge that I liked anything about her.

Once I divorced Natalie, I would employ a chef to take care of my meals, as I didn't like eating fast food. Also, I would employ a dry cleaner for my laundry. That way, Natalie would be of no use to me.

"Come, let's go home. I will drop you off as it's already getting late. Tomorrow, we can hang out again," I told Amelia as I saw her frown.

Amelia stood up, hugged me, and said, "I really want to spend the night with you."

"Do not worry—we will meet later." I carefully pulled Amelia away from hugging me, as I was beginning to feel sick and sweaty.

"Waiter!" I called, and soon cleared our bill with my debit card. Once we left the restaurant, I drove back to the Jacksons' residence, knowing it was a short distance from my home.

I arrived at the front gate and parked my car while unlocking it from within, unable to get down and pull the door open.

"Franklin, do you promise we will hang out together tomorrow?" Amelia asked once more, looking at me with her lovely blue eyes.

"Yes," I replied, and Amelia got out of the car.

"Take care, sweetie!" She waved at me as I watched her walk back to her father's house.

I locked my car door properly and was feeling horny—I wanted a woman's body at the moment.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me? Was I drugged?" I wondered and quickly started the car engine and drove home.

For three years that I had been married to Natalie, I hadn't patronized a p********e. I didn't want to now, so I drove home, thinking once I got there, I would feel alright.

It was my habit to fall sick each time I ate out, as I didn't like it.

I arrived home late, driving into my compound and parking my car.

I staggered getting out of the car and dragged myself into the house. I didn't know what time it was, but I was certain it was already late.

As I arrived at the front door, I rang the doorbell, but there was no response. I banged on the door, and when it finally opened, Natalie was standing there wearing a light green gown.

"Welcome back," she greeted me as she moved away from the door for me to enter.

I entered the house, and as Natalie locked the door and turned to face me, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I grabbed her and yelled, "What did you do to me?"

"Huh? What did I do wrong?" Natalie asked, her brown eyes welling up with tears.

I looked at her face, unable to believe I was beginning to find her attractive. As I tried to look away from her chest, my eyes kept drifting downward to stare at her big breasts.

"You drugged me again, didn't you? Can't you accept that I don't love you and our marriage is fake!" I yelled at Natalie again, wanting to suppress my desire, but my body was becoming hard, and I didn't know how long I could endure it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Aren't you the one who left the house just now with Amelia? What did she do to you that you came back accusing me?" Natalie sobbed, and I refused to believe Amelia would drug me.

"Shut up. We've been at home since morning. I ate your food before going out with Amelia. Was that why you refused to let Amelia eat—because you put a love potion in it!" I shouted, not wanting to believe that now that I had finally made up my mind to divorce Natalie, she dared to use voodoo on me.

"No! I cannot do that! I know you do not like me, but I cannot stoop so low as to drug you. I want us to end our marriage peacefully and go our separate ways. I will get the divorce papers ready by Monday," Natalie said.

"And you want me to believe that? I've spoken to you several times about getting a divorce and you leaving, but you refused. Now you've drugged me again just because you saw me laughing with your sister. Well, guess what? It worked, and I can't help but desire to have you tonight," I retorted.

"What??" Natalie struggled to break away from my grasp on the door as she yelled at me, "No, Franklin! I don't want you! Once you're awake tomorrow, you would lie that I used you. Let me go!"

I ignored Natalie's screams as I carried her up in my arms and took her to our room on the top floor.