Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 3

Franklin Howard;

"You're right. We would have been married, but it's not too late to divorce your sister now. She isn't up to my standard, and I do not like her," I said as the waiter brought our dinner and Amelia smiled sweetly.

"What about me? I have always admired you. Honestly, that night, I felt sad seeing that Natalie drugged you and used you as her pawn to escape from our parents' home. She's just wayward, and I had always hoped we would become a pair," Amelia said, tears gathering in her eyes.

I sighed.

"Don't worry, I will end my marriage with Natalie, okay? She can move on with her life with whomever she pleases—I do not care," I told Amelia, and she smiled sweetly at me again.

"Does that mean you will consider dating me now? I really do love you, Frank," Amelia asked me, looking at me sweetly.

She was truly beautiful, and with her blue eyes shining, I couldn't say no to her request.

I had always wanted to date her. I used to like her back then. She was tall, like a formidable model with slender legs, a slim waist, and ample bosom.

Back in the day, my father would usually send me on errands to meet Mr. Liam Jackson, and from there, I would catch a glimpse of Amelia and sometimes Natalie. Also, whenever our families hosted any events during the end of the year, like New Year festivities, Christmas, or birthday celebrations, my dad would invite the Jackson family to our home.

Presently, as I got married and moved away from my father's house where I now live with my unwanted wife, I hardly attended those end-of-year celebrations as I felt ashamed to be in the same location as my wife. I would travel out and give excuses to my dad about why I couldn't show up.

The waiter soon arrived with our meals, and I felt the need to excuse myself.

"I'll be right back. I want to use the restroom," I told Amelia, and she smiled at me again.

"Okay, Frankie," Amelia said, while the waiter positioned our meals on the table.

I knew I wasn't supposed to leave my meal, but Amelia was like family to me, and I trusted her.

I quickly waved off the negative feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach as I left to the restroom to relieve myself.

I stole a final look at Amelia as I headed to the restroom. She was smiling sweetly at me.

I hurried into the men's restroom to relieve myself. There were several cubicles for men to use, knowing that the restaurant could get crowded with lots of patrons.

As I got out of the restroom, not expecting to feel so pressed, simply because I didn't have the time to relieve myself at home, I bumped into Michael Austin, my best friend here in the city.

Michael wore a white shirt paired with black jeans similar to mine, and he also wore black canvas shoes.

"Frank! What brings you here, bro? Hold up, let me use the restroom quickly," Michael rushed into the restroom to relieve himself, while I waited for him to come out.

"Frank!" Michael and I shook hands, and I asked him, "What's up with you? What brings you here too, Mike?"

Michael smiled and replied, "I was just bored at home. You know, no wife or girlfriend, so I came here to see if I could meet any pretty lady to hang out with."

Michael had a dark complexion compared to me, who was fair.

"That's fine. I have to go now, as I came here with my date," I replied, wanting to leave and not wanting to mention that I was here with my wife's half-sister.

"Your date?" Michael looked taken aback as he stopped me, his eyes narrowing at me.

"Yeah, can't I go on a date again?" I asked Michael. I saw him frown but quickly laugh out and reply, "Of course, hahaha, you can go on a date, Frank. But with your wife, I guess. Who did you arrive here with?"

"Come, let's go out and meet her. She will be waiting for me," I said, knowing Micheal wasn't happy to hear I was on a date and not with my wife.

I hadn't gone on any date with Natalie. I hadn't taken her out or for shopping. I just planned to divorce her, and while the matter was still ongoing in my mind, I hadn't discussed it yet with Michael, even as he was my best friend. I knew he wouldn't support me in divorcing Natalie, as he kind of had a soft spot for her.

Michael and I were the same age. He owned several hotels here, thanks to his affluent parents too. He was a billionaire, and his father was a senator.

We exited the men's restroom and went back to the private lounge to join Amelia.

As I approached the chair where Amelia sat, I saw that the waiter had already served my request. I quickly introduced Michael to Amelia.

"Hey bro, meet my girlfriend, Amelia Jackson. Amy, this is Michael Austin, my childhood best friend," I introduced Amelia to Michael as I moved to take my seat, wanting to be quick with my dinner and return home to my unwanted wife.

"Hi," Amelia said to Michael as she stood up from her seat and extended her right hand to Michael for a handshake.

Michael only stared at Amelia's hand and didn't take it.

"Frank, isn't she your wife's elder sister? Are you messing with both your wife and her sister now?" Michael asked me, his anger evident, which actually pissed me off as he shouted loudly despite the fact we were in a private hall.

Some other patrons looked at our table in shock, despite the dimly lit light in the room, while Amelia appeared tense.

"Shut up, Michael! What has gotten into you? I'm not messing with Natalie at home, and whatever relationship I have with Natalie and her sister is none of your business," I barked, pissed off that my friend liked supporting my wife over me.

He never found any fault in Natalie and would often disagree with me if I told him that Natalie was ugly and not my type.

"Really, I thought you came here with your wife, and here you are, actually fooling around with your wife's sister. Don't you feel any shame, Frank? And if you want to cheat on Natalie, must you cheat on her with her elder sister?" Michael shouted, seemingly gathering more attention from the staff in the restaurant, as we weren't the only ones in the large lounge. With Michael raising his voice at me, he disrupted the private lounge's ambiance.

"Michael, you can leave and not disturb me or lecture me on how to live my life," I told him, seeing Amelia look embarrassed. Michael looked at us, just as I told Amelia to sit back down, and he turned around and left.

I treasured my relationship with Michael, but he was getting on my nerves each time he disagreed with me about divorcing Natalie.

He often tells me that I'm blind to see how beautiful Natalie is.

"I apologize to you on my friend's behalf. He's always like that, picking Natalie's side. I'm beginning to think he's messing with her behind my back, that cheap woman she is," I told Amelia to ease her tense mood.