Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie Jackson: I watched my husband laugh so hard with my elder sister, Amelia Jackson. What pained me more was seeing how well he got along with her. Franklin Howard had never laughed like that with me before, and there he was, laughing with my elder sister, so loud in the living room. Amelia Jackson was my elder sister, the same father but a different mother. My mother was a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn’t like me. I had three older brothers, James, Asher, and Felix, who all doted on Amelia. Amelia and I were the same age, but she was only a month older than me, which made her my elder sister. We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby. Frank was a billionaire in the part of the city we lived in, and he never liked me, who was his wife. It was all a mistake that led to Frank and my marriage—a mistake that I ever agreed to. Taking you back three years ago, my father and Frank’s father were best friends. While my father had a business party at home, he invited a lot of tycoons. One thing led to another, and Frank and I were caught in my room. I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Frank didn’t believe me. He thought I was the one who drugged him and lured him to my room so that he would sleep with me. We were forced to become a couple to hide the embarrassment since Frank’s family was also disappointed. Everyone knew I was the illegitimate daughter of my father, and they wondered why he kept me instead of kicking me out and allowing Amelia to marry Frank. It was after my wedding with Frank that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on Frank. She regretted drugging my drink, as that was what I had served Frank when he came to speak to me on that eventful night. Many invitees had come with their children, who were already adults, but none of them came to speak to me. I was already 22 years old then, naive, and with Frank and I caught in a compromising position on the bed. We got married while Amelia wept that Frank was supposed to be her husband. Frank didn’t like me. After that night, we didn’t sleep with each other, and I didn’t conceive either, even as it was my first time. We lived like neighbors who hated each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Frank wanted to divorce me to marry her. How shameless of a sister to want to date her younger sister’s husband! Amelia is so shameless. Frank is five years older than me. As I’m 25 years now, he’s 30 years. I watched as Frank, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs as he loved to gym. He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any other men I had seen. His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia drooled over him. Frank is very tall. His arms are bigger, and likewise his thighs. I am not up to Frank’s chest, to tell you, I’m short, although I have an hourglass shape. Frank doesn’t find me attractive in any way. “How was your studies, Amy?” I heard Frank ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy as her short abbreviated name. Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup of juice that Frank had refilled while I sat at the dining table setting up our dinner. We have no maid at home, simply because Frank mandated that I won’t be going to work since I don’t have any meaningful certificate. As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn’t further my education and was forced by my stepmother to learn tailoring while Amelia went to the Harvard university and became a certified accountant. I wasn’t even allowed to sew, as Frank felt it was a useless profession, like becoming a fashion designer. He calls me ugly and says that I’m not fashionable. He doesn’t like to take me out to hang out with his friends. Neither does he give me money for upkeep. I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then could I manage to save some money for personal use. “It was fine, Frankie,” I hated hearing Amelia and my husband call each other pet names. This was my matrimonial home, and Frank only called me “Natalie!” In short, he shouted my name with so much rage like he didn’t want to see me. “Natalie! Is the dinner ready?” he asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the next black couch in our exquisite living room. I was through preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the food I had prepared and at my husband and half-sister. “Natalie! I am talking to you!” Frank shouted at me again. “Hmm, no food for you both,” I replied and covered the food I had already served. Firstly, I didn’t invite Amelia to my home. Neither would I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father’s house and look for her husband to call pet names with. Frank immediately rose from the couch and dashed up to meet me. “Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?” Frank slapped me as he approached me and collected the tray from my hand. I looked at him irritably and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes, as I knew her target. She wanted to collect my husband. She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to collect everything I had stolen from her, including my husband. “Frank, you slap me because of what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it.” “Why? Did I not give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands, and do not think I will apologize to you because of the small slap. Come, Amy, do not mind your sister. That’s how silly she behaves,” Frank called out for Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom. Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Frank served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered to cook. I knew Amelia was my sister, and I wasn’t supposed to be jealous. But Frank had never served me any food before, not to mention the one I cooked by myself. Frank also saw that I didn’t serve any bowls of water, so he went to the kitchen himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands. He sat across from Amelia, and she was blushing, not caring to ask me to join them in eating. “Frank!” I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup that I served for myself, as that was the portion Frank had served Amelia as her plate of soup to eat. “What’s wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy, let’s go out to get something more palatable to eat,” Frank said, standing up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband would have to go out of our matrimonial home to eat. “Frank!” I tried to stop him, and he warned: “Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don’t want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you have poisoned it?” "Frank..." I frowned as Frank’s words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our duplex and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. Yes, Frank and I have different bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, “You shameless slut! Are you not ashamed to be dating your sister’s husband? As beautiful as you are, you cannot use your beauty to look for your own husband!” I cursed at Amelia, and she hissed. “Get out of my house!” I was enraged, remembering that Amelia and her three brothers never liked me. They mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought that getting married would bring me happiness and my own family, this very same family that didn’t want my happiness wouldn’t let me be. As I rushed to push Amelia out of our house, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.