Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 5

(Natalie's POV)

I was sleeping on the living room couch when the loud banging on the door roused me from my sleep.

I stood to my feet, rushed over to the door to unlock it, and found Franklin standing there, glaring at me.

Franklin came in and accused me of drugging him. I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our bedroom on the top floor.

"Franklin, stop! Put me down!" I struggled to break free from his firm grip, but he was too strong.

Franklin placed me on the bed, mounted me, and captured my lips with his own as he kissed me passionately.

For three years since we got married, Franklin hadn't kissed me. He didn't even want to acknowledge me as his wife. He only ate my food because he complained that he didn't like fast food—they didn't cook it well and used subpar ingredients. Therefore, he returned home and ate whatever meal I had made for him.

"Franklin, stop!" I tried to stop him as I breathed heavily. However, I was supposed to be excited that my husband was finally making love to me, but I knew Franklin wasn't in his right frame of mind. I sensed Amelia had drugged him, and now he was home accusing me wrongly.

Franklin removed my green nightgown in a flash and continued kissing my lips. I should have left him when I had the opportunity. Frank's parents didn't like me—even his mother called me a p********e and said I wasn't fit to be her daughter-in-law.

Franklin's two siblings didn't relate to me, as they disapproved of my presence at their gatherings.

The only person who was kind to me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin. Mike was the only one who smiled at me and ate my food happily whenever he came to see Franklin on weekends. But Franklin didn't like it and had warned his best friend to stop praising me, saying I didn't know how to cook.

Each time, I tried to improve my cooking skills so Franklin would love and appreciate me. But he wouldn't—he would remind me that he was the one who provided the money to purchase the foodstuffs, and he didn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the ingredients he had paid for.

Franklin was cold to me, but I kept enduring because I didn't want to leave my marriage or be referred to as a p********e—the same name my mother had been called. I had seen her once after I married Franklin. My mother came to my house asking for money, saying my husband was rich, so it was only right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe my mother would say that to me. But I explained that Franklin didn't give me money for anything.

Mom advised me to report Franklin to human rights, saying my husband was rich and had to take care of me and give me money for her. But I let my mother know that Franklin and I weren't in love, and our marriage was a sham to cover our embarrassment.

After I told my mother how Amelia had set me up, she wasn't happy and advised me to divorce Franklin. She said I was beautiful enough to win any serious bachelor. But I didn't want to leave my husband.

Franklin was mine, even though he had glared at me at the altar, not wanting to say "I do." I had happily said it.

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

However, this night, Franklin didn't take it easy on me. He thrust into me so hard on the bed, moaning as he went, and I didn't try to stop him.

I allowed him to pleasure me throughout the night until he reached his c****x and collapsed on the bed next to me.

My body ached from the impact with which Franklin had handled me. Carefully, I crawled out of the bed—it had been so long since Franklin and I had done it. I couldn't remember that night three years ago because of the drug Amelia had given us. But this night was different; I remembered everything, and I knew Franklin wouldn't.

What was Amelia's goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Why couldn't she have been patient and waited until Franklin and I divorced before drugging him?

Amelia had drugged my husband and left me to suffer the consequences of her actions.

I had always suffered the fallout from Amelia's actions, and I knew this wouldn't be any different.

As I got out of bed, I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand as I saw the time was midnight.

Franklin had gotten back home by 10 p.m., and now it was midnight. He had lasted two hours nonstop.

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 Franklin?" Amelia yelled back.

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

"If there's anyone who should be arrested, it's you who drugged Franklin. You know what you fed him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia ended the 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 hadn't beaten me up before, but he had slapped me just because I refused to let Amelia 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 how hot Franklin had been 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 putting on the white nightdress, I moved over to the bed to sleep.

Although this bedroom was mine because Franklin hadn't given me a specific room in his house.

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

We shared the closet, but Franklin had never mistakenly slept with me.

Franklin sometimes used the other furnished rooms 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.

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

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

Going to the bathroom, I brought a half-bucket of warm water and a small handtowel to wipe his forehead and chest as I took care of him, but he wasn't waking up.

Afraid, I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Franklin was still breathing, but his breathing wasn't stable.

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