Chapter 5

Natalie Jackson;

I slept off waiting for Franklin to return home after I had finished eating my dinner alone. When I awoke, I heard the loud banging on the door.

As I rushed to unlock it, Franklin was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was damn serious, and he started kissing me as he dropped me on the bed, even before my mind could register what he was doing.

Frank hadn't kissed me for three years since we got married. He doesn't even want to acknowledge me as his wife. He only wants my food, as he said he doesn't like eating outsiders' food, as they do not cook it well and usually manage ingredients. So he mostly returns home to eat what I had made for him.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to stop him as I was breathing heavily.

I was supposed to be excited that my husband was finally making love to me, but I knew that Frank wasn't in his right frame of mind. I sensed maybe Amelia had drugged him, and now Franklin was home accusing me of being the one who had drugged him.

Frank removed my gown in a flash, and he continued kissing me. I should have left him when I had the opportunity too. Frank's parents don't like me; even his mother calls me a prostitute in the open and says that I'm not fit to be her daughter-in-law.

None of Frank's siblings related with me as they disapprove of my presence at their gatherings.

The only person that was kind to me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin. Michael was the only one who smiles at me and eats my food happily whenever he comes to see Frank and me on weekends, days like Saturdays and Sundays.

But Frank doesn't like it and had warned his friend to stop pleasing me, saying that I don't know how to cook.

Each time, I try to improve on my good cooking skills so that Franklin would love me and tell me thank you. But he wouldn't. He would only remind me that he was the one who brought the money to prepare the food, and he doesn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the food ingredients that he gave me money to buy.

Frank was mean to me, but I kept on enduring him as I don't want to be referred to as a prostitute, or as a woman who couldn't stay in her marriage. The same name tag that my biological mother bore. I had seen her after I got married to Frank, and she came asking me for money and telling me that my husband was rich, so it was only right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe my mother would say that to me. But I tried explaining to her that Frank doesn't give me money for anything.

She advised me to report him to the human rights office, saying that he was my husband and had to take care of me and give me money to take care of my family. But I let her know that Franklin and I weren't in love. We weren't born the same day, and our marriage wasn't built on love.

After I told my mother how Amelia had set me up, she wasn't happy and advised me to leave Franklin, saying I was pretty enough to win any serious bachelor to marry me. But I didn't want to leave Franklin.

Franklin was my husband. And even as he glared at me at the altar of God, not wanting to say "I do," I happily told him, "I do."

After our marriage, I love Franklin and wanted to be his wife, but he doesn't trust me and believes that I was the one who had drugged him.

Frank didn't take it easy on me tonight. As he pounded me so hard on the bed. He kept thrusting, moaning, and I didn't try to stop him. I allowed him to torture me all through the night until he got his relief, and he collapsed, sleeping on the bed next to me.

My body became sore and aching from the level of impact at which Frank handled me. I carefully crawled out of the bed as it had been long that Frank and I did it. I couldn't remember that night, because of the drug Amelia gave us. But tonight was different; I remember everything, and I know Franklin wouldn't remember.

What was her goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her.

Why couldn't she be patient and maybe wait until Frank and I got divorced before she drugged him?

Amelia drugged Franklin and allowed me to suffer the impact of her actions.

I had always suffered the consequences of Amelia's actions, and I knew that this wouldn't be anything different.

As I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand up, I saw the time was already midnight.

Franklin got back home by 10pm, and now it was midnight, and he lasted two hours nonstop, making love to me.

I wanted to message Amelia, but I was enraged, so I called her instead.

"What did you do to my husband??" My anger was evident as I yelled Amelia on the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless prostitute and bastard! What did you do to Frank?" Amelia barked and my brows furrowed.

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

"If there's anyone that should be arrested, it's you who drugged Frank. You know what you did to him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia ended the phone call, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Franklin would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke, and I fear what his anger would lead to. Frank doesn't beat me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to allow Amelia to eat my food.

He showed his angry side to me for the first time, and this has never happened before.

I blinked my tears away and went into the bathroom to wash myself.

Although, I love the way Franklin was hot in bed. I really did love him, and if only he had done it with a clear mind and eyes, and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given to him.

I was exhausted, so I walked out from the bathroom after a quick shower, and went into the closet to dress up. I got out and went on the bed to sleep.

This bedroom was my own, and as Franklin doesn't give me any specific room in the house. He said the room was his own, and I was only temporarily using it until he asked me to leave.

We share the closet, but Franklin hasn't mistakenly slept with me.

He sometimes uses the other rooms that were furnished whenever he wanted to avoid me, but most times, I lied to him that I cannot sleep alone, just to crawl on the same bed as him.

I laid on the bed and slept off as I was already exhausted.

The next morning, I awoke, and Frank was still sleeping on the bed. I touched him to know if he was alright. His head was hot, and likewise his body.

"What did Amelia give to my husband?" I wondered, knowing that if anything went wrong with Franklin, I would be in serious trouble, but I couldn't leave him at this point.

I went to bring a bucket of warm water and a short towel to wipe his forehead and took care of him, but Franklin wasn't waking up.

Afraid, I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, and he was still breathing, but his breathing wasn't stable.

"My goodness!" I rushed out of our room to call the family doctor and to know if I should take Franklin to the hospital.