Amelia Jackson. "What do you want?" I asked James as I allowed him to enter my room. He smiled and moved away from the door as I stood beside it and looked at him. "How are you doing? Did you go to see Natalie at the police station?" He asked me. "No. Why should I?" I inquired, just as I wrapped my hands around my chest and looked at him. "Amelia, I know that you and Natalie have been having issues, but she's your sister and..." I cut James off, not caring that he's my oldest brother. "Don't give me that crap, James! Natalie isn't my sister. The daughter of a prostitute, no way! If she wasn't born or a part of this family in any way, I should have been Frank's wife. I hate that bitch, and don't you dare speak to me about Amelia." James slapped me on my left cheek, taking me by surprise as my left hand flew to my cheek, and I looked at him with tears-filled eyes. "Don't you dare call Natalie a bitch again, Amelia. What has gotten wrong with you? You told us yesterday tha
Natalie Jackson! I was preparing to sleep in the police cell unit that I was kept in after I finished eating the meal that Franklin had brought. His reaction surprised me because I hadn't expected him to be so possessive. I still wanted to divorce him, so I tried not to think too deeply about his public reaction. I believe Franklin was trying to protect his public image. As the CEO of HW Global, it’s important for him to back me up, knowing that once the matter gets to court, he would be dragged into the mess that he and Amelia had started. A policeman came to my cell unit and ordered me to come out. "You have been granted bail. You can go home," he said, taking me by surprise. "Excuse me, officer. Who granted me bail? I was informed that I would be going to jail this morning," I told him and saw the man's brows furrow. "Do you prefer to sleep in this cell, Madam? I just informed you that you're free to go, and you're asking me questions," he scolded me. I smiled as I walked out
Natalie Jackson. I wanted to stop the security man from calling Frank, so I quickly said, "No, don't call him. Are you insinuating that I'm lying to you about my husband? Open the gate, I'm going out now." I grabbed my box and left the mansion grounds, not waiting for the security man to contact Frank. I knew that Frank wouldn't allow me to leave his house. As I walked onto the estate street, the cold weather made me shiver. I wrapped the shirt I was wearing properly around me and wondered which hotel I could lodge in for tonight until I managed to rent an affordable apartment. I thought about the fact that I didn't even have friends because I was mostly indoors, watching movies. I didn't have the time to relate with anyone except for the people I usually purchased groceries from at the market. Sighing, I dragged my box along with me, walking up to the estate gate. It was already night and getting a taxi to take me to my destination wasn't easy, so I kept on walking, hoping that a
Franklin Howard. I immediately drove my car ahead and parked in front of the woman. I got out of my car as I wasn’t mistaken. This short woman was my wife, or maybe her ghost or replica. I had to confirm, as the worst scenario would be if my wife could now disappear from the station and appear around my estate. As the woman saw me approaching her, she quickly looked away, and I was shocked to see my wife in a black dress with my blue shirt around her shoulders. "Natalie, how did you get out of the police station? What are you doing here with your box of clothes and wearing these clothes?" I asked her as I neared her and grabbed her shoulder to ensure she was indeed my wife and not a ghost. "Get your hands away from me, Frank. We will proceed with the divorce. Isn’t that what you want? I’m leaving your house, and that’s just it. You can go home. I am only waiting to get a taxi or a good Samaritan to take me to any hotel," she said, shoving my hands away from her shoulder and looking
Natalie Jackson; As I was famished, I went back to the kitchen to prepare the food I wanted to eat. Warming it up, I took the lunch box with me and unlocked it. I could hear the sound of Franklin shutting the living room door. Frank came into the kitchen to meet me, and he went on apologizing, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you in the first place." I ignored Frank as my focus was on warming the food that I had set on the fire in one of my cooking pots. "Natalie," Frank called my name as he tried to approach me, but I turned to face him and warned him. "Frank, please move away from me. I understand that you're sorry, but we cannot continue living together in this house and pretending that all is fine between us. You went out to hang out with my half-sister, knowing full well that Amelia and I don't have a good relationship. What were you expecting when you knew that she wanted you?" I looked at Frank's handsome face as I queried him. I wasn't going to give him that ch
Natalie Jackson; A part of me didn't want my husband to starve, but not when charges of attempted murder were pressed against me. I kept my plate in the kitchen, washed it, and thankfully, Frank didn't return to the kitchen to meet me. I was sad, not knowing if I could succeed in divorcing Frank. We had been living together. He had been feeding me and providing for me with money. But he doesn't love me. When I had hoped to become married, I wanted someone who would love me genuinely and make me experience that happy home. It was why I did everything humanly possible to be a good wife to Franklin Howard, but he was quick to take my elder sister's side and toss me aside for her. He hit me because of Amelia. In her presence, there was no way I would sit back and continue with the marriage. Frank is only pretending and wanting me to forgive him. It still surprised me to hear him refer to me as babe. No one knows that I'm Franklin's wife. He never posted about us and warned me never t
Natalie Jackson. "No!" I immediately pulled away from the kiss and moved away from Frank, looking away from him. "Just leave, I want to sleep here," I said, walking up to the bed in the room and adjusting it. Frank took a step closer to meet me, but as he wanted to plead with me again. I told him, "It's late and I'm stressed for tonight. Besides, you will need more of your energy for your office tomorrow." I moved away from where I stood and walked up to the bed to arrange it. I had arranged the room before, as it was my house and I was the one cleaning up the whole house. Taking off the old sheet, I spread a new one and went to my box to pull out a nightdress. Frank still stood in the room as he watched me undress. I decided to give him a show as I wasn't ready to sleep with him so easily. Not after he had tortured me. I pulled off my old dress and wore the new nightdress, then went to the bathroom to take a bath and I went to the bed and laid on it. As the room light was s
Natalie Jackson. "What happened is in the past now. I don't have time to answer any questions except that you three are here to rearrest me again," I said, while James frowned. "Natalie, we are your brothers. Irrespective of the fact that we know Amelia desires to be with Franklin, it didn't occur to us that was her true motive for coming to see you. We sincerely apologize to you on Amelia's behalf and for how we have treated you all these past years," James said, moving closer to meet me. But I could see in Asher's eyes that he doesn't like me. "No, no," I replied with a shake of my head, "You all don't have to act like you care about me. Kindly move on with your lives as I'm not your sister. Also, I do not care if Amelia and Frank are going to wed tomorrow. I have accepted to divorce Frank, and you guys should let me be." I moved into the kitchen, shutting the door heavily behind me, and I heard their conversations in our living room. "Natalie is still angry with us and think