Chapter 0001

Natalie's POV,

I watched my husband laughing so hard with my elder sister. What pains me more is seeing the way he got along with her. 

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

Amelia Jackson is my elder sister. We have the same father but 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 have 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, making her my elder sister.

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

Frank is a billionaire in this part of the city where we live, and he never liked me, his wife.

It was a mistake that led to Frank and my marriage—a mistake that I shouldn't have accepted.

Taking you back three years ago, my father and Frank's father were best friends, and while my father had a business party at home, he invited a lot of tycoons.

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

I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Frank didn't believe me. He felt I was the one who 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 Frank's family was also disappointed. 

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

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

Many invited guests had come with their children, who were already adults, but none of them spoke to me.

I was already 22 years old then—naive—and with Frank and me caught in a compromising position on the bed, we got married while Amelia wept that Frank was supposed to be her husband.

Frank 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 lived like neighbors who hated each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Frank 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. Frank is five years older than me, and as I'm now 25 years old, he's 30.

I watched as Frank wore a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs, as he loved to work out. He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any other man I had seen.

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

Frank is very tall. His arms are big, as are his thighs. I am not up to Frank's chest; to be honest, I'm short, although I have an hourglass shape. Frank does not find me attractive in any way.

"How was your studies, Amy?" I heard Frank asking Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to "Amy," her abbreviated name.

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

We had no maid at home simply because Frank mandated that I wouldn't be going to work unless I had a meaningful certificate.

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

I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Frank felt it was a useless profession like to become a fashion designer.

He calls me ugly and says that I am 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 he gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to save some for personal use.

"It was fine, Frankie," I hated that Amelia and my husband were calling each other pet names.

This was my matrimonial home, and Frank 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?" Frsnk asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the nearby black couch in our exquisite living room.

I was done preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup. 

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

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

"Hmm, no food for you both," I replied and covered the food that I had already served.

Firstly, I didn't invite Amelia to my home, nor would I serve her any food. She should go back to our father's house and look for her own husband to call pet names with.

Frank immediately rose from the couch and dashed up to meet me.

"Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?" Frank slapped me as he approached 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 was my husband. She wanted to take my husband.

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

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

"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 do not think I will apologize to you because of the slap. Come, Amy, do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Frank called out to Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the black couch in her brown dress, which made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom.

Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Frank served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had slaved over.

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

Frank also noticed that I hadn't served any bowl of water and went to the kitchen himself to bring a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands.

He sat across from Amelia, and she was blushing, not even caring to ask me to join them for the meal.

"Frank!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup that I had served for myself, which was the portion Frank had served for 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," Frank said, standing up from the dining table. I hated it whenever I worked hard to cook and my husband would leave our matrimonial home to eat elsewhere.

"Frank!" I tried to stop him, but 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 took the stairs in our living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Frank 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 cannot use your beauty to find your own husband!" 

Amelia hissed, but I was enraged.

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

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