Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie's POV

I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing so hard with my half sister, Amelia Jackson, in the living room.

What hurt me most was seeing how well he got along with her.

Franklin had never laughed like that with me before, yet here he was, laughing happily with my older sister.

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

My mother was my father's mistress, and because I was the unwanted child, my family disliked me.

I had three older brothers—James, Asher, and Felix—all of whom adored Amelia.

Amelia and I were the same age, but she was a month older than me, which made her my older sister. We both had fair complexions, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby.

Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city, and he never liked me, his wife.

Our marriage stemmed from a mistake—a mistake I should never have accepted.

Three years ago, my father and Franklin's father were best friends.

One evening, my father hosted a business party at home and 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—not even Franklin. He insisted I had drugged him and lured him to my room so 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 my father's illegitimate daughter, and they wondered why he kept me instead of kicking me out and allowing Amelia to marry Franklin.

After my wedding to Franklin, I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink, because that was the drink I had served Frank when he came to speak to me that eventful night.

Many guests had also come with their adult children, but none spoke to me.

I was twenty-two then, naive. Franklin and I were caught in a compromising position on the bed, so we got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we never slept together, and I never conceived, even though it was my first time.

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

How shameless for a sister to date her younger sister's husband! Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me. I was twenty-five then, and he was thirty.

I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs—he loved working out—stood there.

He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any man I had ever seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw how Amelia drooled over him.

Franklin was very tall. His arms were thick, as were his thighs. I didn't even reach his chest—I was a shorty—but I had an hourglass shape. Franklin did not find me attractive in any way.

"How were your studies, Amy?" I heard Franklin ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her abbreviated name.

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

We had no maid at home because Franklin mandated that I could not work, as I lacked any meaningful certificate.

As the illegitimate child, I hadn't furthered my education. My stepmother forced me to learn tailoring while Amelia attended university and became a certified accountant.

I wasn't even allowed to sew, because Franklin considered it a useless profession, like becoming a fashion designer.

He called me ugly and said I wasn't fashionable. He never took me out to hang with his friends, nor did he give me money for personal expenses.

I only managed to save money when he gave me cash to restock the house with foodstuffs.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia said. I hated hearing my husband and her call each other pet names.

This was my matrimonial home, yet Franklin only called me "Natalie!" In short, he shouted my name with such rage, as if he didn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked, just as he settled across from Amelia on the other 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, then at my husband and my half sister.

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

"Hmm, no food for you both," I replied, covering the food I had already served.

First, I hadn't invited Amelia to my home. I would not serve her any food. She should leave and return to our father's house and find her own husband to call pet names with.

Franklin immediately rose from the couch and dashed toward me.

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

I looked at him irritably, then at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes. I knew her goal: she wanted to steal my husband.

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

"Franklin, you slapped me for what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it?"

"Why? Did I not give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for that money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands, and do not think I will apologize to you for the slap. Come, Amy, do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin called out to Amelia.

I watched as she seductively rose from the black couch in her brown dress, which made her look like a model. The brown accentuated her hips and bosom.

Amelia walked to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup I had cooked with great effort.

I knew Amelia was my sister, and I shouldn't have been jealous, but Franklin had never served me any food before, let alone the food I had cooked myself.

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

He sat across from her, and she blushed, not caring to ask me to join.

"Franklin!" I shouted, walking toward the plate of soup I had served for myself, because that was the portion Franklin had given Amelia.

"What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy, let's go out and get something more palatable," Franklin said, standing up. I hated how I had suffered to cook, only for my husband to leave our matrimonial home to eat.

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned, "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?!" Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly climbed the stairs in our living room and dashed into his bedroom.

Yes, Franklin and I had separate bedrooms.

I turned to Amelia and shouted, "You shameless slut, aren't you ashamed to date your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you cannot use your beauty to find your own husband!"

I cursed at Amelia, and she hissed.

"Get out of my house!" I raged, remembering that Amelia and her brothers had never liked me. They had maltreated me.

I had thought that getting married would bring me happiness and a family. Yet this very family that didn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be.

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