Chapter 0005

Natalie Jackson;

I fell asleep on the living room couch waiting for my husband, Franklin Howard, to return home after he left the house with Amelia.

When I awoke, it was 10 pm, and I heard the loud banging on the door followed by the doorbell.

I rushed over to the door to see who was there and unlock the door, after seeing that Franklin was back. He began accusing me of drugging him.

I was stunned and thought he was joking, but he was damn serious. He carried me in his arms, not giving me a chance to explain, and took me straight to our bedroom on the top floor.

Before my mind could register what he was about to do, Franklin slammed me on the king-size bed and started kissing me passionately.

"Frank...." I moaned as his lips captured mine.

Franklin had not kissed me since we got married. He doesn't want to acknowledge me as his wife. He mostly avoided me and says that I am not his wife.

He ate my food and said he doesn't like eating outsiders' foods. That they don't cook it well and often mismanage ingredients.

However, he returns home to eat what I prepared for him and often ordered me to bring his lunch to his office.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to stop him, as he was breathing heavily. He moved away from me and stripped off his clothes with the speed of light.

I knew there was no escaping from him tonight, and I didn't want him to force himself on me. So, I agreed to do it.

"Fine, I will agree to do what you want," I told him, and he calmed and looked at my face, with his piercing blue eyes, as he reached to strip off my night dress.

I knew I should have left Franklin before when I had the opportunity too, but I had no one to turn to. My mother didn't want me, and neither do I know her relatives.

I was supposed to be excited that my husband was finally making love to me, but I knew Franklin. Once he awoke the next morning, he would accuse me of taking advantage of him.

He was crazy, I know.

Franklin wasn't in his right frame of mind, and I sensed that Amelia had drugged him. 'What was her target? She wanted my husband. Couldn't she wait for us to get a divorce?'

Franklin removed my green night dress and gently coaxed my entrance with his phallus.

I knew that Franklin's mother doesn't like me. She called me a prostitute and said that I wasn't fit to be her daughter-in-law. None of Franklin's two siblings likes me. They didn't relate with me and often disapproved of me in their presence.

The only person who cared about me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin. He often smiled at me and ate my food happily, whenever he came to our house to visit Franklin on weekends.

Franklin doesn't like it when he saw Michael being friendly with me. He had warned his friend to stop teasing me and stay away from me, as he said I don't know how to cook, each time his friend praised my good cooking skills.

I tried to improve in my cooking to win Franklin's heart, but he pretends not to like my food. He would remind me that he was the provider and doesn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the food he gave me money for.

Franklin was cruel to me, but I kept on enduring him, believing that one day he would change. I felt he was pretending not to like me, but he cared.

I don't want to leave my marriage because I didn't want to be referred to as a woman who couldn't stay in her marriage.

Some referred to my mother as a prostitute, and I had seen her once after I got married to Franklin.

She came to my house asking me for money and telling me that my husband was a billionaire, so it was right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe that she would say that to me. I told her how Amelia set me up with Franklin, and how our fathers forced Franklin and I to get married.

My mother wasn't happy to hear all that, as I told her that Franklin doesn't give me extra pocket money. And she advised me to report him to the police human rights department around us or file for a divorce.

"Franklin is your husband, and he should be taking care of you and your family. If he doesn't, then divorce him," she said.

I told her I couldn't. I love Franklin and will wait for him to come around.

My mother got annoyed and left my house, and since then, I hadn't seen her, nor does she call me on the phone.

I could remember on the day of our wedding. Franklin donned a black tuxedo and glared at me on the altar after taking off my white veil. 

He refused to say, "I do," after the officiant asked him the question, but I happily told him, "I do."

I fell in love with Franklin after our marriage. He was very handsome, tall, masculine, light-skinned. He had a star tattoo on his arm. I wanted to be with him, but he reminded me to get ready to regret our marriage.

I knew Franklin doesn't trust me and felt I was like my mother, but I wasn't.

Franklin gained access into my wet fold and thrust hard into me. He didn't do it gently with me tonight. He kept thrusting faster, and I cried and tried to meet his pace.

I couldn't remember that night three years ago, but tonight was different, and I knew Franklin wouldn't remember it.

Franklin got his release and moaned in my right ear, "Ah, Natalie. You are so sweet."

I wanted to push him off, but he finally moved away from me and collapsed on the bed next to me.

He fell asleep, and I tried catching my breathing, as my body was aching from the intense action of his endeavor.

I was supposed to be mad at my husband, but I wasn't. I had fallen in love with him, so I kind of endured it and liked it.

After catching my breath, I carefully crawled out of the bed to have a quick bath. I wished Franklin had made love to me with clear eyes and not under the influence of what Amelia gave him.

Franklin and I haven't had sex since we got married. I couldn't remember that night three years ago because of the what Amelia gave us, and I knew Franklin wouldn't remember tonight. Although he tried fighting the effect of the drug, as he attempted to stop himself from touching me, but he couldn't.

Amelia drugged my husband and allowed me to suffer the consequences of her actions. I had always suffered the consequences of Amelia's doings, and this time, I wanted to get my revenge on her.

I picked up my phone from the drawer. My legs were shaking, my core throbbing, so I sat on the bed and phoned Amelia.

It was already midnight. Franklin got home late by 10 pm, and now it was 12 am. He lasted two hours nonstop, taking me to cloud nine with him, and making love to me.

I focused on my call as soon as it connected, and I heard Amelia's soft voice, "Hello."

Though, I wanted to send a text message to Amelia, but I thought against it and decided to phone her directly.

"Hello, Amelia! What did you give to my husband?" I asked her angrily, as I yelled at her over the phone call.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless slùt and bastárd! What did you do to Frankie?" She barked at me, pretending not to know.

"Don't pretend like you didn't know what you did to Franklin. He went out with you tonight, and now he came home drunk, and acting under the influence of whatever you have given to him. Do not think that Franklin wouldn't find out about this. I will have you arrested tomorrow!" I yelled, and she laughed out.

"Hahaha, Natalie! If there's anyone who should be arrested, it's you, who drugged Frankie. Anyway, you know what you gave to him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia swiftly ended the phone call, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Franklin wouldn't trust me, and would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke the next morning. I feared what his anger would lead to.

Franklin doesn't beat me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to allow Amelia to eat my food.

Franklin hadn't shown his angry side to me before, but he did because of Amelia.

I blinked my tears away and went to the bathroom to wash myself. Afterwards, I got out and picked up another night dress from the closet and donned it.

After that, I moved over to the bed to join Franklin in sleeping. He was unclothed. So, I covered him with the duvet and laid beside him.

This room was the master bedroom, and I was using it with him, since Franklin refused to give me a particular room.

When we arrived here two years ago, after Franklin bought this house and informed his parents, his father insisted that he take me along with him.

Franklin didn't protest, but he said the master bedroom was his own, and I was only temporarily using it, until he asked me to leave his house.

We share the closet, but he hasn't slept with me for once. He sometimes avoided me and used the next room.

Most times, I lied to him that I was scared of sleeping alone on the big bed, and move with him. Just to crawl on the same bed as him, but Franklin hadn't taken advantage of me.

He might have mistakenly kissed me during his sleep and cuddled me, but once he awoke, he would apologize and avoided me.

I fell asleep and awoke the next morning. Franklin was still sleeping and snoring loudly on the bed.

He was not someone to snore, so I touched his hairy chest to know if he was alright. However, his body was hot. I touched his forehead and neck, feeling his hot temperature.

"What did Amelia give to my husband?" I got down from the bed, knowing if anything went wrong with Franklin, I would be in serious trouble.

I couldn't leave him at this point or flee his house. So, I rushed into the bathroom to get a bucket of cold water and a short white towel.

I dipped the towel into the water and used it to touch Franklin's forehead. I observed his face, and he didn't react.

I wet the towel and touched his chest and cheek, but Franklin wasn't waking up.

I then dropped the towel into the bucket and laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. His heart was palpitating faster.

"My God!" I rushed out of our bedroom and ran downstairs to the living room to phone our family doctor. As I was afraid of anything happening to my husband.