Billionaire's Broken Trust

~ NATALIE

It was 6 p.m. on Saturday evening when I finished preparing dinner in the kitchen. I placed it on a tray and walked out to the dining table to set it down. Just then, I saw that my elder sister, Amelia Jackson, had visited us.

I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing so hard with my elder sister.

What pained me more was seeing the way he got along with her.

Franklin had never laughed like this with me before, and here he was, laughing loudly with my sister in the living room.

Amelia Jackson was my half sister. We shared the same father but had different mothers.

My mother was once a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn't like me.

I had three older brothers—James, Asher, and Felix—all doting on Amelia.

Amelia and I were the same age, but she was only a month older than me, which made her my elder sister.

We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby.

Franklin was a billionaire in the city where we lived, and he never liked me, his wife.

Our marriage was all a mistake, one I shouldn't have accepted.

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Three years, my father and Franklin's father were best friends. While my father hosted a business party at home, he invited many tycoons.

One thing led to another, and Franklin and I were caught in my room.

I knew Amelia had set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He felt that I had drugged him and lured him to my room so that he would sleep with me.

We were forced to become a couple to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's family was also disappointed.

Everyone knew I was the illegitimate daughter of my father, and they would have wondered why my father had kept me instead of kicking me out and allowing Amelia to marry Franklin.

It was after my wedding with Franklin that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink, as that was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me that eventful night.

Many guests had also come with their adult children, but none of them came to speak to me.

I was twenty-two years old then—naive, and with Franklin and I caught in a compromising position on the bed. We got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we didn't sleep with each other, and I didn't conceive either, even though it was my first time.

We were living like neighbors who hated each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Franklin wanted to divorce me to marry her.

How shameless of a sister to want to date her younger sister's husband!

Amelia is so shameless. Franklin is five years older than me. As I'm twenty-five years old now, he's thirty.

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I watched Franklin wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs, as he loves to gym. He was fair in complexion and more handsome than any other man I had seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was ogling over him.

Franklin is very tall. His arms and thighs are muscular. I'm not up to his chest—to tell you, I'm a shorty. Although, I have an hourglass shape. Franklin doesn't find me attractive in any way.

"How were your studies, Amy?" Franklin asked Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her shortened name.

Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup of red wine that Franklin had refilled while I sat at the dining table setting up our dinner.

We have no maid at home, simply because Franklin mandated that I won't be going to work since I don't have any meaningful certificate.

As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn't further my education, and my stepmother forced me to learn tailoring while Amelia went to the university and became a certified accountant.

I wasn't even allowed to sew, because Franklin felt it was a useless profession and that becoming a fashion designer was beneath me.

Franklin calls me ugly and says I'm not fashionable. He doesn't like to take me out to hang out with his friends, nor does he give me money for upkeep.

I only managed to get money for my upkeep when Franklin gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to see money to save for my personal use.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia replied. I hated that she and my husband were calling themselves pet names.

This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only called me "Natalie!"

In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, as if he didn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the black couch in our exquisite living room.

I had finished preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup.

I looked at the food I had prepared and at my husband and my half-sister.

"Natalie! I am talking to you!" Franklin shouted at me again.

"No food for you both," I replied and covered the food I had already served.

First, I didn't invite Amelia to my home. Neither would I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father's house and find her own husband to call pet names with.

Franklin swiftly rose from the couch and dashed over to meet me.

"Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached me and took the tray from my hand.

I looked at him irritably and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes, as I knew her target. She wanted to take my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to collect everything I had stolen from her, including my husband.

"Franklin, you slapped me because of what? I cooked this food, and you can't eat it," I said.

"Why? Did I not give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands, and don't think I will apologize to you because of the slap. Come, Amy. Don't mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin called out to Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the black couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model, as the brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom.

Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered through to cook.

I knew Amelia was my sister and I wasn't supposed to be jealous, but Franklin had never served me any food before, let alone the one I had cooked myself.

Franklin also noticed that I hadn't served any bowl of water, so he went to the kitchen himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands.

Franklin sat across from Amelia, and she blushed, not caring to ask me to join them in eating.

"Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup I had served for myself, because that was the portion he had served to Amelia.

"What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy. Let's go out to get something more palatable to eat," Franklin said, standing up from the dining table.

I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband would go out of our matrimonial home to eat.

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned me.

"Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you have poisoned it?"

"What?" I frowned as his words broke my heart. He quickly climbed the stairs in our duplex and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Yes, Franklin and I have different bedrooms.

I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut! Aren't you ashamed to be dating your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you can't use your beauty to find your own husband!" I cursed at her, and she hissed.

"Get out of my house!" I felt enraged, remembering that Amelia and her three brothers had never liked me. They had mostly mistreated me, and while I had thought that getting married would give me my own happiness and family, this same family that doesn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be.

As I rushed to push Amelia out of the house, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.