Chapter 0005

Natalie's POV,

I fell asleep waiting for my husband to return home after he left the house with Amelia. When I awoke, it was 10 PM, and I heard loud banging on the door followed by the doorbell.

I rushed to see who was there and unlocked the door, relieved to see that Franklin was back. But then he began accusing me of drugging him.

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

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

Franklin hadn't kissed me since we got married. He didn't want to acknowledge me as his wife. He mostly avoided me and insisted that I wasn't his wife.

He ate my food and claimed he didn't like eating outside food because it wasn’t cooked well and often lacked proper ingredients. However, he returned home to eat what I prepared for him and frequently ordered me to bring his lunch to his office.

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

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

"Franklin, fine, I will agree to do what you want," I told him, and he calmed slightly, reaching to take off my nightdress.

I knew I should have left him before now, but I had no one to go to. My mother didn’t want me, and I didn’t know her relatives.

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

Frank wasn't in his right frame of mind, and I sensed that Amelia had drugged him. What was her aim? Couldn’t she wait for us to get a divorce?

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

I knew that his mother didn't like me. She called me names and said that I wasn't fit to be her daughter-in-law. None of Frank's two siblings liked me; they didn't interact with me and often disapproved of me.

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

Frank didn’t like it and had warned his friend to stop teasing me. He said I didn’t know how to cook each time his friend praised my cooking skills.

I tried to improve to win Franklin's heart, but he pretended not to like my food. He would remind me that he was the provider and didn’t owe me any gratitude for cooking the food he paid for.

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

I didn’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 after I got married to Frank.

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

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

I also told her that Franklin didn't give me pocket money, which she advised me to report to the human rights department nearby or to file for a divorce.

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

Well, I told her I couldn't. I loved him and would wait for him to come back to me.

My mother got annoyed and left my house. Since then, I hadn’t seen her, nor did she call me on the phone.

I could remember on the day of our wedding, Franklin glared at me after taking off my veil. He refused to say, "I do," but I happily told him, "I do," after the officiant questioned us.

I fell in love with Franklin; he was very handsome and tall. I wanted to be with him, but he reminded me to get ready to regret our marriage.

I knew he didn't trust me and felt I was like my mother, but I wasn’t.

Frank gained access into my wet folds and thrust into me. He didn't treat me gently that night; he kept thrusting harder and faster, slamming into me.

I cried, moaned, and tried to keep up with his pace, but he was ruthless. Maybe the drug was taking effect on him.

I couldn't remember that night three years ago, but tonight was different.

"Ah, Natalie, you are so sweet," Franklin moaned in my ear as he finally reached his climax. He moved away from me and collapsed onto the bed.

Finally, he fell asleep. I tried to catch my breath, as my body ached from the intensity of my husband’s actions. I was supposed to be mad at him, but I wasn’t. I loved him, so I actually liked it.

After catching my breath, I carefully crawled out of bed to take a quick bath.

Ever since Frank and I got married, we hadn’t had sex. I couldn't remember that night because of what Amelia had given us, and I knew Franklin wouldn’t remember tonight either. Although he tried to fight the drug’s effect, he couldn’t.

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

I stripped off my dress and picked up my phone from the drawer. My legs were shaking, and my core was throbbing, so I sat on the bed and called Amelia.

It was already midnight. Franklin got home late at around 10 PM, and now it was 12 AM. He lasted two hours nonstop, taking me to cloud nine with him.

I focused on my call as soon as it connected. I wanted to send a text message to Amelia but thought against it.

"Hello, Amelia! You bìtch! What did you give my husband?" My anger was evident as I yelled at Amelia over the phone.

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

"Don't pretend you didn't know what you did to Franklin. He went out with you and came home drunk, acting under the influence of whatever you gave him. Don’t think Frank wouldn't find out about this. I will have you arrested tomorrow!" I yelled, and she laughed.

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

I knew Frank wouldn’t trust me and would accuse me of drugging him once he woke up the next morning. I feared what his anger could lead to.

Frank doesn’t beat me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to let Amelia 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. Afterward, I got out and picked up another nightdress from the closet and put it on.

I wished Franklin had made love to me with clear eyes and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given him. I was exhausted, so after I finished changing, I moved over to the bed to join Franklin in sleeping.

He was still nàked, so I covered him with the duvet and lay beside him.

This room was the master bedroom, which I shared with him since Franklin refused to give me my own room.

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

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

We shared the closet, but he hadn’t slept with me even 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 moved in with him, just to crawl in the same bed as him. But Franklin hadn't taken advantage of me.

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

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

He was not someone who usually snored, so I touched his hairy chest to check if he was alright.

Moving my right hand over his chest to feel his body temperature, I noticed his body felt hot. I touched his forehead and neck, feeling the heat radiating from him.

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

I couldn't leave him at this point or run away from 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.

"My God!" I rushed out of our bedroom and ran downstairs to phone our family doctor, as I was afraid something might happen to my husband.