CHAPTER 5

NATALIE POV:

I had fallen asleep waiting for my husband to return home. When I awoke, I heard the loud banging on the door.

As I rushed to unlock the door, Frank was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was damn serious and he carried me to our bedroom, dropped me on the bed, mounted me and started kissing me. Even before my mind could register what he was doing.

For three years since we got married, Frank hadn't kissed me. He doesn't even want to acknowledge me as his wife. He only ate my food as he complained that he doesn't like eating fast foods as they didn't cooked it well and managed the ingredients. Therefore, he returned home and ate whatever meal I had made for him.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to stop him as I was breathing heavily. However, 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 he was home and accusing me wrongly.

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

Frank's two siblings didn't relate with me as they disapprove of my presence at their gatherings.

The only person who was kind to me was Frank's best friend, Michael Austin. Mike was the only one who smiled at me and ate my food happily whenever he came to see Frank and me on weekends.

But Frank didn't like it and had warned his friend to stop praising me as he said that I didn't know how to cook.

Each time, I try to improve on my cooking skills to Fran's heart so that he would love me and appreciate me. But Frank wouldn't. He would definitely remind me that he was the one who brought the money to purchase the foodstuffs and he didn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the food ingredients that he gave me money to purchase.

Frank was cold to me, but I kept on enduring him because I didn't want to leave my marriage or be referred to as a prostitute, the same name that was tagged on my mother.

I had seen her once after I got married to Frank. My mother came to my house, 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 organization, saying that my husband was rich and he had to take care of me and give me money to take care of her. But I let my mother know that Frank and I weren't in love, and our marriage was a scam to cover up our embarrassment.

After I told my mother how Amelia had set me up, she wasn't happy and advised me to divroce Frank. As she said, I was beautiful enough to win any serious bachelor to marry me. But I didn't want to leave my husband.

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

After our marriage, I fell in love with Frank and wanted to be his wife, but he didn't trust me. He believed that I was the one who had drugged him that night.

However, this night, Frank didn't take it easy on me. He thrust into me so hard on the bed, as he kept moaning, and I didn't try to stop him.

I allowed him to pleasure me throughout the night until he reached his climax and collapsed on the bed next to me.

My body was aching from the impact at which Frank handled me. Carefully, I crawled out of the bed as it had been long since Frank and I had been intimate. I couldn't remember that night three years ago because of the drug Amelia gave us. But this night was different, as I remember everything, and I knew that Frank wouldn't remember.

What was Amelia's goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Why couldn't she be patient and maybe waited until Frank and I got divorced before she drugged him?

Amelia drugged my husband 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 got out of the bed, I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand as I saw the time was midnight.

Frank got back home by 10 pm, and now it was midnight. He lasted two hours nonstop sleeping with me.

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

"Hello, Amelia, what did you do to my husband??" My anger was evident as I yelled over the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless prostitute and bastard! What did you do to Frank?" Amelia yelled back.

"Hmm, don't pretend like you didn't know. Frank went out with you, and now he came home and is 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 tomorrow!" I shouted, and she laughed.

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

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

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

As I blinked my tears away, I went into the bathroom to wash myself. Although, I loved the way Frank was hot in bed. If only he had done it with a clear mind and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given to him.

Exhausted, I walked out of the bathroom, went into the closet, and grabbed a new nightdress.

After wearing the white nightdress, I moved over to the bed to sleep. This bedroom was my own because Frank didn't give me any specific room in his house. Two years ago, when we arrived here, after Frank bought this new house and told his parents he was moving out, his father said that he must take me along. When we arrived here, Frank said this bedroom was his own, and I was only temporarily using it until he asked me to leave his house.

We share the closet, but Frank hadn't mistakenly slept with me.

He sometimes used the other rooms that were furnished if he wanted to avoid me, but most times, I lied to him that I was scared of sleeping alone, just to climb on the same bed as him.

As I laid on the bed, I slept off. The next morning, I awoke, and Frank was still sleeping on the bed.

Touching his chest, I wanted to know if he was alright. However, his head was hot, and likewise, his body.

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

Going to the bathroom, I brought a half bucket of water and a short towel to wipe Frank's forehead and chest. As I took care of him, he 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 Frank to the hospital.