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
Franklin Howard; After my father left my office, I sighed and thought about my marriage with Natalie. "What went wrong with me?" I asked myself as I remembered all those years I had been cruel to her. "Is there a way to fix this?" I pondered as I switched on my computer to resume my office work. It obviously took me hours to prepare my breakfast at home, which had also delayed me from coming to work, although I had planned to take a day off if my father hadn't called me. I resumed my office work, and my assistant knocked on my office door and entered. "Good afternoon, boss," he greeted me, and I sighed. "Afternoon. What brings you here?" I inquired, knowing that I hadn't sent for him. "Sir, it's the new agreement that was signed today before you arrived at the company," he said, and I paused what I was reviewing on my computer to look at him. "Bring it over and drop it on my desk," I said to him. He wore a black suit as well. "Alright, boss," he approached me and dropped it on
Franklin Howard:I decided to go shopping for my wife first and not change my mind about purchasing a lovely present for Natalie. I entered the first women's boutique at the front of the mall, and the sales representative welcomed me. "What would you like to buy, sir? We mostly sell items and clothes for women," the sales representative said. She was a young woman, almost the same age and size as my wife."Well, I'm looking for beautiful gowns and clothes that would fit my wife. I want to give them to her as a surprise gift," I said to the saleswoman, who smiled, as she had two other sales associates in the shop with her."Okay, come this way, sir. What's your wife's size, and what kind of clothes do you want for her? Hot dresses or decent ones?" the saleswoman asked me. She wore a blue top and a black skirt, and I thought about Natalie's preferences. "I don't know, but I want my wife to look beautiful. Can you get any lovely gowns that you think will fit her? She almost looks like yo
Natalie Jackson:I entered back into the kitchen and used the back of my top to wipe my eyes. I proceeded to dish out the delicious rice that I had cooked. I tried not to dwell on the fact that Franklin's family didn't like me. I was not surprised that his mother already believed the story that I was the one who drugged Franklin.I know her son is handsome, but I wouldn't set him up just to become his wife. As I moved closer to my pot of food, I dished out the meal that I had cooked onto smaller plates. The plates were white ceramic, so I served some portions and sat at the dining table in the kitchen to eat my meal alone."Where's that good-for-nothing wife?" I heard Mrs. Howard bark in the living room while Michael was there with her. I didn't respond or make any attempt to stand up and exit the kitchen. I sat there eating the food alone, trying to refill my stomach as I wasn't in a good mood."Natalie!" She pushed the kitchen door open and entered the kitchen to meet me. "What are
**Franklin Howard**"Babe," I said as I moved away from Michael to speak with my wife. "Where are you taking your box to again?"Natalie looked hurt as it dawned on me that her face was red, as though someone had smacked her. The day I hit her after Amelia arrived here at our home was a day I regretted the most in my life. I had grabbed Natalie and taken the tray of food from her hand."You cannot leave my house," I said, moving to stop her as she sniffled."Just stay away from me, Frank. We can discuss this later," she replied, raising her left hand to shield me away. But I couldn't just allow her to leave me.We had already been discussing how to work on our marriage, and I felt helpless, begging my wife to stay.I ignored her words and held her bag. "I will speak with my mother and talk to her. Just calm down, okay?"I held Natalie close, and she didn't resist as she burst into tears in my arms. I sighed and hugged her warmly, rubbing her back and knowing that I had to be around h
**Natalie Jackson**I sat on the black couch in the living room, waiting for Franklin to return from picking up the gift he said he had bought for me. I knew Franklin didn't like me, but he seemed to have changed after our last encounter.Even though he was drunk that night, something about Franklin had changed. The way he looked at me now conveyed love, clearly reflected in his eyes, as if he didn’t want to let me go.I sighed, waiting for him to return. I looked around our home. It was beautiful; I had prayed for God to touch my husband's heart and make him love me.Maybe I should be thankful to Amelia, as it was after she had drugged Franklin that he changed, and I could see the desire in his eyes. It didn’t seem like he was joking, but I feared he might revert to his old self in the long run.Marriage was a lifetime commitment, and I had been committed to Franklin. He hadn't cheated on me that I was aware of, nor had I heard of any infidelity. I sighed; it wasn’t like I knew any o