Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 6

(Natalie's POV)

I rushed downstairs to the living room of our enormous mansion, holding my phone. I unlocked the screen and swiftly called Dr. Famous Joseph. He was our family doctor, and since I had married Franklin, Dr. Famous had been the one coming to treat me or Franklin whenever we fell sick.

Franklin hardly visited the hospital, so he invited Dr. Famous sometimes. I was scared of anything happening to my husband. Even though I knew Franklin didn't like me that much, it hadn't gotten to the point where I wished him dead.

The day was bright and sunny, being a Sunday, and the call went through.

"Hello, Doc," I said.

"Yes, good morning. Who is this?" Dr. Famous asked, taking me by surprise that he didn't have my number stored in his phone.

"Doc, I'm Mr. Franklin Howard's wife. Please, there's an emergency at our home. Franklin came home last night acting drunk, and I don't know what happened to him. He's unconscious and hasn't woken up. Please, can you come to our house to check on him?" I let Dr. Famous know, and he replied, "I will be there in a minute."

"Thank you, Doc." That made me a little relieved as I awaited Dr. Famous's visit to our luxury home.

I paced about in the living room, feeling scared of anything happening to Franklin. It was past 9 a.m., so I rushed back upstairs to check on my husband.

As I unlocked the bedroom door that Franklin and I shared, he was already awake. He sat up on the bed, clutching his head with his right hand. That made me sigh with relief as I shut the door and walked over to him.

"Franklin, are you alright? Good morning." I wanted to go near him and touch him, but Franklin caught my hand in his strong grip, pushed it away, and shoved me aside with great force as his eyes glowered with rage at me.

"What did you do to me last night, Natalie?! Has it gotten to the point of you drugging me again in my own home so that I would sleep with you?" Franklin demanded, his blue eyes glaring at me.

"No, Franklin. What are you talking about? Why would I drug you? You came home last night shouting at me after you left with Amelia. What did she give you? She should be the one you're accusing, not me. I would never drug you!" I shouted as I rose from the marble-tiled floor and looked at my husband.

Franklin got out of bed, nàked and glared at me. "I will lock you up behind bars, and don't think I will let this slide. You know I want to end this marriage, and you took it upon yourself to drug me! Is that why you refused to let Amelia eat your food, knowing you had poisoned it with s*x drugs?"

"What? No, Franklin! I would never do that! I also want to proceed with the divorce on Monday. I want to end this marriage as well. I don't love you anymore, and I feel nothing for you that should make you think of me like this. You came home last night and slept with me, instead of on Amelia, whom you left the house with!"

I sobbed uncontrollably. I hated it whenever Franklin was this hostile to me. I knew he wouldn't believe me—that he would think I was the one who had drugged him again. I knew my husband was handsome, but that wasn't why I would drug him. I would never do that.

"You liar! I was with you throughout yesterday. I ate your food in the morning and afternoon, except for that meal you prepared at night. So it was obviously your handiwork. Get ready for it; this time, I won't let the matter lie. A wife ráping her husband in their own house."

I glared at Franklin without responding, knowing he wouldn't believe me. Franklin got out of bed, náked and went into the bathroom to wash up, while I stood there sobbing and racking my brain for evidence to nail Amelia.

That bìtch! Franklin already trusted her more than he trusted me, his wife.

The doorbell interrupted my train of thought as Franklin was in the bathroom taking his bath.

Sensing Dr. Famous had arrived—since I had told him it was an emergency—I rushed out of our room and went downstairs, still in my flowing white nightdress, to check who was at the door.

My heart bled with unspoken words and subtle anger over how to get my revenge on Amelia. I wouldn't have married Franklin if it wasn't for her setup. Amelia had hooked me up with Franklin just to get rid of me from our father's home, but she hadn't realized Frank would fall victim to her scheme.

Wiping away my sobs, I approached the living room's brown door and unlocked it to find Dr. Famous standing there, dressed in casual clothes and holding a black bag.

"Good morning, Doc," I greeted him, still rooted in the center of the doorway instead of ushering him into our home. He smiled and asked, "Morning, Mrs. Howard. How about your husband?"

"Oh, he's awake now, Doc. But come in. Franklin scared me last night—he came home acting drunk and slept with me. This morning, he woke up accusing me of drugging him so he would touch me, but I would never drug my husband." I let Dr. Famous know the problem between Franklin and me that morning, and he frowned.

"Is he alright now? Let me see him first to find out what happened. Your husband has low tolerance for certain types of drugs and foods, which is why I advised him not to eat out and to keep his diet in check. Even a small bottle of beer would have a very bad impact on his stomach, so I wonder why he went against my warning and ate out. You don't have to take the blame, Mrs. Howard. Allow me to attend to your husband first and find out the cause of his ill health." Dr. Famous finished speaking, and that made me a little relieved.

Franklin had never told me before that he had a weak stomach and didn't eat out. Even at work, he would order me to bring his lunch, but he never acknowledged me as his wife. Our marriage was a secret, so many of the staff at Franklin's company didn't know I was his wife.

Whenever I went there at noon to deliver his meal, his secretary thought I was a maid, so she didn't greet me much or show me any respect in her office. She would just tell me to go straight in, deliver the food, and leave. Franklin never explained why, and he didn't care to show me around his company.

I only knew his office and had no idea whether his company had a cafeteria. But it was a big establishment.

"That's fine. I'll go upstairs and call him now," I told Dr. Famous. I excused myself and took the stairs. As I reached our bedroom, Franklin was out of the bathroom, holding a towel. He glared at me. "What do you want here? Can't you give me some privacy, or do you want to force yourself on me again?!"

"Franklin..." I frowned, not believing my ears. "Why would I force myself on you? Could I overpower you? Anyway, I invited Dr. Famous, and he's here to check on you." I told Franklin, and he frowned.

"Leave! I'll go downstairs to see him." Franklin dismissed me as he walked into the closet to dress. I sighed, unlocked the room door, and went back downstairs to inform Dr. Famous.