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
Franklin Howard. I had just finished bathing in my bathroom, dressed in a blue suit, and was preparing to leave my home when I heard the doorbell ring. I knew Natalie was back, and I didn't want to leave the house before, but an emergency meeting came up at the company, and my father called me, demanding that I arrive at my office immediately. Once I was done attending to my appearance, brushing my brown locks and applying my cologne, I exited my bedroom and went downstairs to meet my wife. Natalie looked surprised to see me, but she immediately looked away, not bothering to greet me. I understood that she was still annoyed by my decision to protect her elder sister from her. But it was to prevent further harm to Amelia, not because I cared about Amelia. "Natalie," I called to her, adjusting my cufflinks. "What do you want, Frank?" she asked, pausing by the kitchen doorframe without glancing back at me. "I know you're angry, but I've already apologized to you. Please, can
Natalie's POV:Franklin and I went up to the third floor where Amelia was admitted. As we arrived, we met Amelia's mother, who was happily looking at her new grandson, but as soon as she saw me, she shouted, "What are you doing here?!"Mrs. Agnes quickly petted the baby to stop crying as the baby in the bed woke up startled by her voice."Mom, I invited Natalie over. Can you just let her be?" Amelia asked her mother, who frowned."I don't want to see Natalie here. Do you want her to infect you with her bad luck?" Mrs. Agnes asked Amelia, who frowned."Mom, that's enough. Natalie is my sister, and it's not like you gave birth to another sister for me to have. Just let her be!"Mrs. Agnes looked pained, but she quickly brushed it off and replied, "Fine. Let me just see my grandchild and leave you two alone."I sighed as James, Asher, and Felix arrived in the room and they went to congratulate their sister."Congratulations, Amelia. So finally, I am an uncle," Asher said happily as he we
Natalie's POV:"Frank, what Michael and I were discussing was only family matters. He was saying that he doesn't love Amelia enough to marry her.""But he wants you," Franklin replied, and I sighed and nodded."I already told him that we weren't going to divorce. He was asking if you will change in the long run of our marriage?" I asked Franklin as he drove the car home in silence.Franklin didn't reply to me, and I didn't bother to ask him again about whether he was going to change.As we arrived at his estate gate, Franklin slowed down his car for the security men to open the gate, then he asked me, "Do you think I am going to change?""I don't know," I replied. "Change is always constant, and anyone can change over time. Maybe if you get bored with me or if we are still unable to have children."Franklin's blue eyes darkened, and he replied, "I cannot change. I married you because I wanted to. Yes, I was childish then, but I've come to realize that a part of me is addicted to you.
Natalie's POV.One week later, Franklin and I set out to attend Chris's wedding. The wedding venue was at a Catholic church, so we made preparations in our room.Frank donned a black tuxedo, and I wore a golden dress that perfectly accentuated my figure."Frank, did your brother invite my family?" I asked, to which Franklin replied, "I don't know. But I think so.""Alright."We finished dressing up and made our way downstairs to the living room. Lady Esther was still cleaning up the house, and we told her to give the key to Alex once she was through.Franklin and I got into one of his cars, as my car was parked in the garage.Franklin drove off to the wedding venue, and I was amazed at the large number of guests that were present. It was unlike my own wedding to Franklin.I watched as the wedding ceremony started. Some guests in black tuxedos who were familiar with Franklin greeted him as we watched the bride make her entry into the church hall.The pianist played the keyboard as she
Natalie's POV"Why, Frank? Why don't you want me to go and see Michael? It's not like I want to do anything with him; I just want to speak with him about accepting Amelia," I said as I pouted my lips in his car."You cannot be the one to advise Michael. Just leave him alone to decide for himself," Franklin bluntly refused, and I looked at him and asked, "Don't you trust me?"Franklin looked at me just as he parked his car and said, "I do, but not with a man who has his eyes on you. I cannot stand that chance, Natalie. Try and understand me.""Fine." I pouted, and Franklin assured me, "Don't worry, I will see Michael, or whenever we run into him again, then I can permit you to discuss with him on the way, and not in the confines of his home or office.""Alright," I replied, and Franklin turned off his car engine, and we got out of his car.I followed him, and we went into the house together.As it was nightfall, I proceeded to the kitchen to prepare our dinner. After I was through, I m
**Franklin's POV**I sat back on the couch in the living room just after my wife had left the house. I wasn't impressed with the way my mother often disrespected my wife, and I was wondering when all this would stop."So, Mom, what do you want me to do for Chris?" I asked her, as I had clearly rejected her invitation the previous week.Although I knew why she was calling me, it was about the company and about Chris having a fiancée who was pregnant with his child.I didn't know my brother's fiancée, although I knew he had posted that he was engaged, but I wasn't sure of who he was dating.This was my first time seeing her here, and to be honest, I didn't like the fact that the white dress she wore was revealing her baby bump."Franklin, I am sorry about what happened at the company the previous week. I tried negotiating with Dad, but he wouldn't comply. He feels I wouldn't manage the company well, even when I had done well in your absence the previous month," Chris said, and I looked
**Natalie's POV**The following week, Franklin and I spent time together setting up my new shop, where I intend to start selling the following week.We got all the sewing machines needed to sew some of my customers' clothes, and now he seems to appreciate my work.We went to the new hospital during the week to check if either of us had any medical issues that could be the reason I hadn't conceived yet. But the doctor said that we both were fine, and I tried not to worry about having a child again.It had been my dream to own my own store, and here we are.As the new week arrived, I was eager to start my shop and welcome my first customer for the day.I got up from bed and prepared to leave for work. The second woman who worked for us had stopped, and only Lady Esther Jacob still arrived to clean the whole house.I went to take my bath while Franklin was still sleeping on the bed.We made love the previous night, and now I had to prepare for my new business."Frank, good morning," I sa
Natalia Jackson:After Franklin and I finished touring the new shop, which was fitted with new glass at the front and freshly painted, we spoke about hiring someone to help me set up my shop.I was glad at the end of the day, and we thanked the staff before going to a restaurant for dinner.My mind was still preoccupied with thoughts about Amelia's pregnancy as Franklin and I sat across from each other at the restaurant table and chairs.Since I had grown too lazy to cook due to my unnecessary worrying, Franklin suggested we eat out, even though he doesn't usually like it."Babe, should we hire a chef?" Franklin asked me, trying to distract me from my thoughts."A chef?" I pondered it but shook my head."No. I don't need a chef. Don't worry, I will make lovely dinners for us tomorrow," I told him just as our meals arrived. We resumed eating, but just then, Gloria Austin came into the restaurant. Her face was stern as she walked in. Her expression changed as her eyes caught sight of me
Natalie Jackson,Arriving at the hospital where my family and I were registered, Franklin parked his car in the hospital parking lot, and we got out.We made our way into the hospital. The nurses in white uniforms welcomed us; they were already familiar with us."Who are you here to see?" one of the nurses asked, while the other attended to other patients.It was already afternoon, around 1 p.m., when Franklin and I arrived, and I gave the nurse Amelia's ward number."She's my sister. So we're here to see her," I told the female nurse, and she responded, "Alright. You can go there now, but note that visiting time will soon be over.""Thank you," we replied. Franklin and I went to the second floor where Amelia was admitted.As we got there, Amelia's mother was in the room. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw us enter."What are you doing here, Natalie? Get out!" she barked, her left hand pointing at the door for me to leave."Good afternoon, Ma, we are here to see Amelia," Franklin
Micheal's POV:I looked at my phone's screen after my phone call with Amelia ended. I wondered, "Should I go to the hospital today to see her? What if her family is there?"I pondered all these thoughts as I continued with the rest of my work for the day.I recalled Asher coming to challenge me at my house, and I knew he would be there in the hospital.Later, I rose from my chair and went to tour my hotel, as I had other shows to attend. I considered that after I closed from work, I would go and see Amelia and inform her not to abort my child.But what if she ended up aborting the pregnancy? I was restless, but I remembered the look of admiration I had seen in Amelia's eyes. Even when I told her that I did not want her and that we could not date, she didn't want to give up the hope that she could win me back. I sighed and went to the event shows, believing Amelia wouldn't terminate her pregnancy even after I had ordered her to, as she would want to use it to pin it on me. Not now that