Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 5

[Natalie Jackson]

I had fallen asleep waiting for my husband to return home after he left the house with Amelia.

When I awoke, I heard the loud banging on the door.

As I rushed to unlock the door, Franklin was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was serious, and he carried me in his arms and took me to our bedroom on the top floor.

Franklin did not let go of me as he unlocked the room door and dropped me on the bed.

Before I could protest, he mounted upon me and started kissing my lips, even before my mind could register what he was doing.

Franklin had not kissed me since we got married. He did not want to acknowledge me as his wife. He only ate my food and complained that he did not like fast food, as they did not cook it well and mismanaged ingredients. Therefore, Franklin returned home and ate my meals or ordered me to bring his lunch.

"Franklin, stop!" I moaned and tried to push him away as I was breathing heavily.

I was supposed to be excited that my husband was making love to me, but I knew that Franklin was not in his right frame of mind. I sensed that maybe Amelia had drugged him, and now he was home and accusing me wrongly.

Franklin stripped off my nightgown in a flash and continued kissing my lips once more.

I should have left him when I had the opportunity. Franklin's parents did not like me, and his mother called me a p********e and said that I was not responsible enough to be her daughter-in-law.

Franklin's two younger siblings did not like me. They disapproved of my presence at their gatherings.

The only person who was kind to me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin. Michael was the only one who smiled and ate my food happily whenever he came to visit Franklin on weekends.

However, Franklin had warned his best friend to stop teasing me and said that I did not know how to cook.

Each time, I tried to improve my cooking skills to win Franklin's heart so that he would love me and appreciate me as his wife. But he would not.

Franklin was mean to me, and he would remind me that he was the one who brought the money to purchase the foodstuffs and that he did not owe me any gratitude for cooking the food ingredients that he gave me money to buy.

I kept enduring my husband because I did not want to leave my marriage or be referred to as a p********e—the same name that had been tagged to my biological mother.

I had seen my mother once after I got married to Franklin. My mother came to my house, asking me for money, and said that my husband was rich and it was only right that I took care of her.

I could not believe my mother would say that to me. I tried explaining to her that Franklin did not give me money for anything.

Mom advised me to report Franklin to the human rights authority, as she said that my husband was rich and he had to take care of me and give me money to support my family.

However, I informed my mother that Franklin and I were not in love, and our marriage was a scam to cover up our embarrassment.

After I told my mother how Amelia had set me up, she was not happy and advised me to divorce Franklin.

According to my mother, I was beautiful enough to win any serious bachelor to marry me. But I did not want to leave my husband, even though he glared at me at the altar, not wanting to say "I do." I happily told him, "I do."

After our marriage, I fell in love with Franklin and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but he did not trust me. He believed that I was the one who had drugged him that night.

However, this night was different. Franklin did not take it easy on me as he gained access and thrust into my wet folds. He kept pounding faster and moaning aloud in my ears. "Damn it, Natalie. You're so sweet and tight."

"Mmm," I did not try to stop Franklin. I allowed him to pleasure me throughout the night, spinning me in different angles until he climaxed and got his release.

Franklin then collapsed on top of me on the bed.

Pushing him away, my body was aching from the level of impact at which Franklin had handled me.

Carefully, I slid out of the bed and moved to the nightstand to grab my phone. It had been a long time since Franklin and I had done it. I could not remember that night three years ago because of the drug Amelia had given us. But this night was different, and I remembered everything. However, I knew that Franklin would not remember.

What was Amelia's goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Could she not be patient and wait until Franklin and I got divorced before she drugged him?

Amelia had drugged my husband and allowed me to suffer the impact of her actions.

I had always suffered the consequences of Amelia's actions, and I knew that this would not be any different.

As I unlocked my phone screen, I saw that the time was midnight.

Franklin had gotten back home by 10 p.m. and made love to me until midnight. I wanted to message Amelia, but I was so enraged that I called her instead.

"Hello, Amelia, what did you do to my husband?!" My anger was evident as I yelled over the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless p********e and bastard! What did you do to Frankie?" Amelia yelled back.

"Hmm, don't pretend like you didn't know. Franklin went out with you, and now he returned home and is acting under the influence of whatever you gave him. Do not think that Franklin will not find out about this. I will have you arrested tomorrow, bìtch!" I shouted, and Amelia laughed.

"If there's anyone who should be arrested, it's you who drugged Franklin and not me. You know what you fed him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia ended the phone call, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Franklin would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke, and I feared what his anger would lead to. Franklin had not beaten me up, but he had slapped me just because I refused to allow Amelia to eat my food.

Franklin had shown his angry side to me for the first time, and this had never happened before.

I blinked my tears away and went into the bathroom to wash myself. Although I loved the way Franklin was hot in bed, if only he had done it with a clear mind and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given him.

Exhausted, I walked out of the bathroom, went into the closet, and grabbed a new nightdress.

After wearing the white nightdress, I moved over to the bed to sleep. This bedroom was my own because Franklin did not give me any specific room in his house.

Two years ago, when we arrived here after Franklin bought this new house and told his parents he was moving out, his father said that he must take me along. When we got here, Franklin said this master bedroom was his own, and I was only temporarily using it until he asked me to leave his house.

We shared the closet, but Franklin had not mistakenly slept with me.

He sometimes used the other rooms that were furnished if he wanted to avoid me, but most times, I lied to him that I was scared of sleeping alone, just to climb into the same bed as him.

As I lay on the bed, I fell asleep. The next morning, I awoke, and Franklin was still sleeping on the bed.

Touching his chest, I wanted to know if he was alright. However, his head was hot, and likewise his body.

"What did Amelia give to my husband?" I wondered, knowing that if anything went wrong with Franklin, I would be in serious trouble, but I could not leave him at this point.

Going to the bathroom, I brought a half bucket of water and a short handtowel to wipe his forehead and chest, as I took care of him, but he was not waking up.

Afraid, I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, but he was still breathing, however his breathing was not stable.

"My God!" I rushed out of our room to call the family doctor and to find out if I should take Franklin to the hospital.