Chapter 005

Amelia Jackson:

I fell asleep waiting for Frank to return home after I had finished eating my dinner alone. When I awoke, I heard loud banging on the door.

When I rushed to unlock it, Frank was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. 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, claiming he doesn’t like eating food from outsiders because they don’t cook it well and often mismanage ingredients. So he mostly returns home to eat what I have made for him.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to push him away as I was breathing heavily. He continued to kiss me hungrily, as if he had been starved of it for so long.

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 that maybe Amelia had drugged him to sleep with her, and now Frank was home accusing me of being the one who had drugged him.

Frank removed my gown in a flash and continued kissing me, touching my g-spot. I should have left him when I had the opportunity. Frank's mother doesn’t like me; she calls me a prostitute in public, in front of her children, saying I'm not fit to be her daughter-in-law.

None of Frank's three siblings like me. They don’t engage 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. He was the only one who smiled at me and ate my food happily whenever he visited Frank at home on weekends like Saturdays and Sundays.

But Frank doesn’t like it and has warned his friend to stop teasing me, saying that I don’t know how to cook.

Each time, I try to improve my cooking skills to win Frank's heart so that he would love me more and thank me. But he wouldn’t. He would only remind me that he was the one who provided the money to prepare the food, insisting he doesn’t owe me any gratitude for cooking the ingredients he paid for.

Frank was mean to me, but I kept enduring him because I didn’t want to be seen as a woman who couldn’t stay in her marriage.

Some referred to my mother as a bitch. I had seen her after marrying Frank when she came asking me for money, claiming that my husband was rich and that I should take care of her.

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

She advised me to report him to human rights, insisting that he had to take care of me and provide for my family. But I let her know that Frank and I weren't together. We weren’t born on the same day, and our marriage wasn’t built on love.

After I told her how Amelia had set me up, she wasn’t happy and advised me to leave Frank, saying I was pretty enough to attract any serious bachelor to marry me. But I didn’t want to leave Frank.

He 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."

I love him 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. Just like the night three years ago when we were caught in bed inside my room.

Frank gained access into my core. He kept thrusting and moaning, and I didn’t try to stop him. I allowed him to torture me all through the night until he found his release and collapsed, sleeping next to me.

My body was sore and aching from the impact of how Frank handled me. I carefully rolled out of bed, as it had been so long since Frank and I had been intimate. I couldn’t remember that night either, because of the drug Amelia had given us. But tonight was different; I remembered everything clearly and knew Frank wouldn’t.

What was her goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Why couldn’t she be patient and wait until Frank and I got divorced before drugging him?

She drugged him and allowed me to suffer the consequences of her actions. I had always faced the repercussions of Amelia's actions, and I knew this wouldn’t be any different.

As I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand up, I saw that it was already midnight. Frank got back home by 10 PM, and now it was midnight. He had lasted two hours, taking me to cloud nine and back to earth with him.

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

"What did you do to my husband?" My anger was evident as I asked her, almost shouting into the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless slut and bastard! What did you do to Frank?" she barked back at me.

"Hmm, don’t pretend you didn’t know, Amelia. Frank went out with you, and now he’s come home drunk, acting under the influence of whatever you gave him. Don’t think Frank won’t find out about this. I will have you arrested!" I shouted, and Amelia laughed.

"If anyone should be arrested, it’s you for drugging Frank. You know what you did to him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!"

Amelia ended the 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 doesn’t beat me up, but he dragged me just because I refused to let Amelia eat my food.

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

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

I was exhausted, so I walked out of the bathroom after a quick shower and got into bed to sleep.

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

We shared the closet, but he hadn’t mistakenly slept with me.

He sometimes uses the other furnished rooms whenever he wants to avoid me, but most times, I lied to him, saying I couldn't sleep alone, just to crawl into bed with him.

I lay on the bed and fell asleep, as I was already exhausted.

The following morning, I awoke, and Frank was still sleeping beside me. I touched him to check if he was alright. His head was hot, and so was 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.

I went to get water to wipe his forehead and took care of him, but Frank wasn’t waking up.

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

"My God!" I rushed out of our room to call the family doctor and find out if I should take Frank to the hospital.