Chapter 0003

Franklin's POV,

"You're right. We would have gotten married, but it's not too late to divorce your sister now. She isn't up to my standards, and I do not like her," I said as the waiter brought our dinner, and Amelia smiled sweetly.

"How about me? I have always admired you. Honestly, that night, I felt sad seeing that Natalie drugged you and used you as her pawn to escape from our parents' home. She's just wayward, and I had always admired you, hoping we would become married," Amelia said, tears gathering in her eyes.

I sighed. "Do not worry, I will end my marriage with Natalie, okay? She can move on with her life with whomever she pleases; I do not care," I told Amelia, and she smiled at me.

"Really? Does that mean you will consider dating me now? I really do love you, Frank, please?" Amelia asked, looking at me with soft eyes.

She was truly beautiful, and with her blue eyes shining, I couldn't say no to her request.

I had always wanted to date her. I used to like her. She was tall like a formidable model, with slender legs, a slim waist, and ample bosom.

Those days, my father usually sent me on errands to meet Mr. Liam Jackson, and during those visits, I would catch glimpses of Amelia. Whenever our families hosted events during the end of the year, like New Year festivities, Christmas, or birthday celebrations, my dad would invite the Jackson family to our home.

Now that I was married and moved away from my father's house where I had lived, I hardly attended these end-of-year celebrations. I felt ashamed to be in the same location as my wife.

I would travel out and give excuses to my dad for why I couldn't show up.

The waiter soon arrived with our meals, and I felt pressed and stood up from the table to excuse myself.

"I'm coming. I want to go use the restroom," I told Amelia as she smiled at me.

"Okay," Amelia replied while the waiter positioned our meals on the table.

I knew I wasn't supposed to leave my meal, but Amelia was like family to me, and I trusted her.

I quickly waved away the negative feelings settling in the pit of my stomach as I left for the restroom to relieve myself.

I stole a final look at Amelia as I quickly entered the restroom, and saw her smiling at me.

I hurried into the men's restroom to relieve myself. There were several stalls for men to use, knowing that the restaurant could get crowded with patrons at night.

As I got out of the restroom, wishing to leave, not expecting that I would feel pressed since I hadn't had the opportunity to relieve myself at home, I bumped into Michael Austin, my best friend here in the city.

Michael wore a white shirt paired with black jeans, similar to mine, along with black canvas shoes.

"Frank! What brought you here? Hold up, let me use the restroom quickly," Michael rushed into the restroom to relieve himself too, while I waited for him to come out.

"Frank!" Michael called as we shook hands. "What's up with you? What brings you here, Mike?"

Michael smiled and replied, "I was just bored at home. You know, no wife or girlfriend, so I came here to see if I could find any pretty lady to hang out with."

Michael had darker skin compared to my fair complexion.

"That's fine. I have to go now, as I came here with my date," I replied, wanting to leave and not wanting to admit that I came here with my wife's half-sister.

"Your date?" Michael looked taken aback as he stopped me, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, can't I go on a date again?" I asked Michael, and I saw him frown but quickly laugh it off. "Of course, haha, you can go on a date, Frank. But with your wife, I guess. Who did you arrive here with?"

"Come on, let's go out and meet her. She will be waiting for me," I told Michael. He didn't seem happy to hear that I was here on a date and not with my wife.

Damn it, I hadn't gone on any date with Natalie. I hadn't taken her out or gone shopping with her. I just planned to divorce her, but while that matter was still ongoing in my mind, I hadn't discussed it yet with Michael, even though he was my best friend. I knew he wouldn't support me in divorcing Natalie, as he seemed to have a soft spot for her.

Michael and I were the same age. He owned several hotels here, thanks to his affluent parents. He was a billionaire, and his father was a senator.

We exited the men's restroom and went back to the private parlor to join Amelia.

As I approached the chair where Amelia sat, I saw that the waiter had already served my request. I quickly introduced Michael to Amelia.

"Hey bro, meet my girlfriend Amelia Jackson. Amy, this is Michael Austin, my childhood best friend," I introduced Amelia to Michael as I moved to take my seat, wanting to finish my dinner quickly and return home to my unwanted wife.

"Hi," Amelia said to Michael as she stood up and extended her right hand for a handshake.

Michael only stared at Amelia's hand and didn't accept her handshake.

"Frank, isn’t she your wife's elder sister? Are you fùcking both your wife and her sister now?" Michael asked, his anger evident, which actually pissed me off. He shouted loudly despite the fact that we were in a private hall.

Some other patrons looked at our table in shock, despite the dim light in the room. Amelia appeared tense.

"Shut up, Michael! What has gotten into you? I am not fùcking Natalie at home, and whatever relationship I have with Natalie and her sister is none of your business," I barked, frustrated that my friend seemed to support my wife over me.

He never found any fault with Natalie and would often disagree with me when I said she was ugly and not my type.

"Really? I had thought you arrived here with your wife, and here you are, actually fooling around with your wife's sister. Don't you feel any shame, Frank? And if at all you want to cheat on Natalie, must you do it with her sister?!" Michael shouted, seemingly gathering more attention from the staff working in the restaurant, as we weren't the only ones using the large parlor. Michael seemed to disrupt the eerie atmosphere of the private parlor.

"Micheal, you can leave and not disturb me or lecture me on how to live my life," I told him, seeing Amelia looked embarrassed. Michael looked at us just as I told Amelia to sit back, then he turned around and left.

I treasured my friendship with Michael, but he was getting on my nerves each time he disagreed with me about divorcing Natalie.

He often told me that I was blind to see how beautiful Natalie really was.

"I apologize to you on my friend's behalf. He's always like that, picking on Natalie's side that I'm beginning to wonder if he's fúcking her behind my back like the cheap slut she is," I told Amelia to ease her tension.