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
Natalie Jackson. "Gloria!" I gasped as she rushed to hug me. The passerby on the way kept looking back at us. "Where are you going off to? You're looking so sweet today," she said, and I wasn't surprised by her comments. I knew that her father and my father were friends. However, we didn't have a good relationship before since they all kept their distance away from me. Some of them tried to associate with Amelia. "I'm looking for a job finder, like an agent, to help me out in getting a new job," I told Gloria and saw her smile brighten. "What kind of job do you want? Come with me. I'm going to my salon," she said. I looked at her in surprise, unable to believe that she owned a salon. "Gloria, your father is a billionaire and you're a graduate of economics if I'm not mistaken. What do you need a salon for?" I asked her as I walked with her to her salon. Gloria was tall and dark in complexion. She looked elegant in her crisp white shirt and black skirt that was above her kne
Natalie Jackson. I stayed a little longer with Gloria in her shop, watching how she attended to her sales representatives with class. It was a bright workday, and I wondered if Franklin had gone to work. Well, I shouldn’t be worrying about him since I don’t really know how my husband’s office operates. “Please don’t be offended, Natalie. You know today is Monday, and we usually have many patrons on Mondays,” Gloria said as she returned to her private parlor to meet me. “I understand,” I replied, sitting on one of her guest couches and sipping from the nonalcoholic wine in my glass that she had given me. “Thank you for understanding. So, what do you want to start with?” Gloria asked me. However, as I was about to respond, her phone rang. She smiled at the caller and said to me, “Excuse me. Hello, brother.” “Hey, sis. What’s up with you?” the person on the other end of the call asked. “I’m fine, bro. I’m busy now. I’ll call you later. Why are you calling me at this hour? Didn
**Natalie's POV**After I finished my bath, I dressed in a red top and black flared skirt, paired with my black sandals. I hurriedly grabbed my debit card and phone, placed them in my purse, and rushed to the market to buy all the ingredients I needed to prepare the delicious meal I wanted to take to the company for my husband.The market wasn't far, and luckily, I got a cab that took me there. I paid for both the ride there and back, returning home on time. I made a pot of yam and eggs since there was still time until lunch break.Franklin had already called me and told me he would be in a meeting when he asked if I was coming to his company. I smiled and told him yes after finishing cooking and seeing his missed calls. I was excited, so I wrapped up my arrangements, feeling eager to go to H.W. Global in my new car. However, since I hadn’t learned how to drive yet, I booked an Uber and recalled that Amelia had given me a birthday present the previous weekend. I hurried back to th
Amelia's POVIt's been 6 weeks plus since I had an affair with Michael. Although I tried to reach out to him, he had blocked my number, clearly not interested in speaking with me.I couldn't forget our intimate night, and I thought of how to get his attention again.I had wanted to use my father, but it didn't work out, and I didn't want my brothers to get mad at me if they found out the truth that I was the one who had flung myself at Michael just because he wanted to get Natalie's number.I tried to reach out to Gloria, but she was totally avoiding me, and I didn't understand why.The last time I came across her salon, she sent me out and embarrassed me.I couldn't understand what I did to her, but I was determined to get her brother whether Gloria liked me or not.I came hovering around Franklin's office, wanting to ask him about Michael's company.Michael had placed tight security on me, not to let me into his house, and I knew he was still interested in Natalie. If Natalie was th
**Franklin Howard**I arrived at H.W. Global at 8 AM and went to my office on the third floor. I received the report for the press meeting that we had at noon, due to my one-month absence from the company.I had completely forgotten that Amelia still worked here, and seeing her hovering around my secretary's door, I frowned as she greeted me, smiling bashfully. I recalled that Natalie had told me Amelia was up to something mischievous, but I didn't care to know."Good morning, CEO Franklin," Amelia greeted me with a wide grin on her pretty fair face. She wore a white shirt, a black skirt, and silver shoes. Her blonde hair was let loose, and she looked beautiful."Morning. What do you want here?" I asked her, not smiling, as my secretary, Ms. Mary Elliott, rose from her chair and greeted me too. "Morning, sir.""Morning, Mary. Prepare the files for all the appointments I have today," I instructed her, noting she was dressed in the same style as Amelia."Okay, sir," Mary settled back
**Natalie’s POV**I woke up the next morning and found myself still in bed. It was a bright Monday morning, and I knew that Franklin was finally going to work. The weekend had been splendid, and he had tried his best to make me feel better.As I carefully crawled out of the vast bed, the sound of water running in the bathroom caught my attention. I knew that Franklin was in there taking a bath, so I went to the closet to grab an outfit to wear.The time was past 7 AM, and my mind wandered back to the events of the weekend—Franklin getting me a new car on our return trip, and the fact that it was my birthday. He confessed his love for me and asked me not to leave him.I decided to stop worrying about anything else, including our inability to have a child. I believe that a child will come to us soon. So I carefully took a nightdress and put it on to go downstairs and prepare my husband’s breakfast like the good wife that I was.As I stepped out of the closet and got dressed, Franklin wa
**Franklin's POV:**Inside Doctor Famous's office, I watched him examine my wife while asking her a few questions. His lab assistant came in and drew her blood into a test tube."When was the last time you saw your menstrual cycle?" he asked her after checking her body."This week," Natalie replied, her head lowered, and Dr. Famous smiled."It's alright. Everything will be fine," he assured her, but her face fell as she watched him finish his physical examination."Doctor, is it possible to be pregnant and menstruating at the same time?" Natalie asked, and he shrugged."In some cases, but it's a rare occurrence. You shouldn't worry about being pregnant, madam. Pregnancy comes on its own," he assured her, typing on his laptop, but Natalie wasn’t happy."Doctor, we should wait for the test report. I just want to find out if I am pregnant," she said, as if being pregnant were the only way to make me love her and not divorce her."You will. How about the last supplements I prescribed to y
**Franklin Howard:**I wasn't pleased with the fact that Michael came to my house the previous night and brought a birthday present for my wife. Although Natalie told me it was nothing and that I should forgive Michael and be friends with him, I couldn't be friendly with a man who lusted after my wife. I was sure many other men in my position wouldn't want to get close to someone who openly gawked at their partner.Wesley arrived with the two women to take care of sweeping and mopping my mansion to make it look neat. It’s not like Natalie wasn't doing that before, but I decided to treat her right. Since I had the money to pay for the househelp, getting someone wasn’t a big deal. However, Natalie chose the two women.They finished sweeping the entire mansion, but when Natalie came to inform me that she wanted to go to the hospital to see Dr. Famous, I decided to follow her."Ma'am, you’re done with your job for today. My wife and I will be going out," I said to one of the two women, na
**Natalie's POV.**It was nighttime, the weather had turned dark, and the estate road was deserted, with only a few passersby.As I stepped out of the gate, I saw Michael standing beside his car—a black car."Hi, good evening," I greeted him as I walked up gently to meet him."Evening, Natalie. Happy birthday to you," he replied, looking genuinely happy to see me as his dark eyes held mine. He wore a crisp white shirt and black trousers, paired with black sandals. He was also holding a white plastic bag as I approached him to accept his gift."I couldn't wait until tomorrow to present this to you. I saw the videos Franklin posted and knew you were back," he said as I reached him and accepted his gift."Thank you, but you shouldn't have stressed about coming here at this hour. It's getting late," I said, knowing the clock had passed 10 PM."I wouldn't mind coming here at 11 PM or midnight to present my gift to you. But I’m glad to see that Franklin is taking good care of you," he said,
**Natalie's POV:**I immediately recoiled from Amelia’s hug, unable to suppress my irritation."Stand back," I said to her, then immediately looked at our father. "Good evening, Dad.""Natalie, how are you doing?" Dad asked, while Amelia frowned and moved back to meet our father."I am fine, Dad. Nice to see you both," I forced out my response, and Dad smiled at me."I am glad to see that Franklin is taking good care of you. It’s actually your birthday, and I told Amelia to join me in seeing you. We brought a present for you too," Dad said, waving over to the white plastic bag he was holding for Amelia to give to me.Amelia marched up to the center table and dropped the bag there. "Happy birthday to you, Natalie," she said, smiling, but I frowned, looking at her.*What does she want that made her look so happy?* I was lost in thought and didn't hear what my father said."Natalie, you should try to calm down so that you can conceive and give your husband children. Getting angry with Am
**Natalie's POV**I jumped up in joy and rushed to unlock the car. "Are you serious, babe? Is this car really for me?" I asked my husband in disbelief, as I couldn't believe my ears."Yes. It's pretty—a brand-new Mercedes Benz GLC. It's all for you, my love," Franklin said, and I was so happy."Oh my goodness!" I rushed to envelope him in a tight, warm hug."Thank you so much, my sweetheart. I wasn't expecting this lovely present," I said to him, and he grinned."You don't have to thank me. Don't worry; I will get you more lovely presents, okay?" Franklin told me as he held me closer and sealed his lips on mine."Can I start the car?" I asked him as a wave of excitement washed over me. I was so happy, yet nervous. I hadn't been to a driving school, but I just wanted to sit my butt in the car and start it."Yes, you can. But don’t drive it. I’m sure you don’t have any driving experience," Franklin said, and I grinned.As I accepted the car key, I opened the car door and sat inside. Fra