Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 5

Natalie's POV.

I fell asleep waiting for Frank to return home after I had finished eating my dinner alone. When I awoke, I heard loud banging on the door.

When I rushed to unlock it, Frank was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was serious, and he started kissing me as he dropped me on the bed, even before my mind could register what he was doing.

Frank hadn't kissed me for three years since we got married. He doesn't even want to acknowledge me as his wife. He only wants my food because he says he doesn't like eating food from outside as they do not cook it well and usually skimp on ingredients. So he mostly returns home to eat what I have made for him.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to stop him as I was breathing heavily. He continued to kiss me hungrily as if he had been starved of it for so long.

I was supposed to be excited that my husband was finally making love to me, but I knew that Frank wasn't in his right frame of mind. I sensed maybe Amelia had drugged him to sleep with her, and now Frank was home accusing me of being the one who had drugged him.

Frank removed my gown in a flash and continued kissing me, touching me in my G-spot. I should have left him when I had the opportunity. Frank's mother doesn't like me; she calls me a p********e in public, in the presence of her children, and says that I'm not fit to be her daughter-in-law.

None of Frank's two siblings like me. They don't relate to me as they disapprove of my presence at their gatherings.

The only person who was kind to me was Frank's best friend, Michael Austin. He was the only one who smiled at me and ate my food happily whenever he came to visit Frank at home on weekends like Saturdays and Sundays.

But Frank doesn't like it and had warned his friend to stop teasing me, saying that I don't know how to cook.

Each time, I try to improve my cooking skills to win Frank's heart so that he would love me more and thank me. But he wouldn't. He would only remind me that he was the one who provided the money to prepare the food, and he doesn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the food ingredients that he gave me money to purchase.

Frank was mean to me, but I kept on enduring him as I didn't want to be referred to as a woman who couldn't stay in her marriage.

Some referred to my mother as a b***h. I had seen her after I got married to Frank when she came asking me for money and telling me that my husband was rich, so it was only right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe my mother would say that to me. But I tried explaining to her that Frank doesn't give me money for anything.

She advised me to report him to human rights and said he was my husband and had to take care of me and give me money to take care of my family. But I let her know that Frank and I weren't twins. We weren't born on the same day, and our marriage wasn't built on love.

After I told her how Amelia had set me up, she wasn't happy and advised me to leave Frank, saying I was pretty enough to win any serious bachelor to marry me. But I didn't want to leave Franklin.

He is my husband. And even as he glared at me at the altar of God, not wanting to say "I do," I happily told him, "I do."

I love him and wanted to be his wife, but he doesn't trust me and believes that I was the one who drugged him.

Frank didn't take it easy on me tonight. And just like the night before, three years ago, when we were caught on the bed inside my room.

Frank pounded me so hard on the bed. He kept thrusting, moaning, and I didn't try to stop him. I allowed him to torture me all through the night until he got his relief and collapsed, sleeping on the bed next to me.

All my body was sore and aching from the level of impact at which Frank handled me. I carefully crawled out of the bed as it had been long since Frank and I did it. I couldn't remember that night too, because of the drug Amelia gave us. But tonight was different; I remember everything clearly, and I know Frank wouldn't remember.

What was her goal? She wanted my husband to sleep with her.

Why couldn't she be patient and maybe wait until Frank and I got divorced before she drugged him?

She drugged him and allowed me to suffer the impact of her actions.

I had always suffered the consequences of Amelia's actions, and I knew that this wouldn't be any different.

As I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand up, I saw the time was already midnight.

Frank got back home by 10 p.m., and now it was midnight, and he lasted two hours nonstop, taking me to cloud nine and back to earth with him.

I wanted to message Amelia, but I was enraged, so I called her instead.

"What did you do to my husband?" My anger was evident as I asked her, almost shouting on the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless p********e and bastard! What did you do to Frank?" She barked at me.

"Hmm, don't pretend like you didn't know. Frank went out with you, and now he came home drunk and acting under the influence of whatever you have given him. Do not think that Frank wouldn't find out about this. I will have you arrested!" I shouted, and Amelia laughed out loud.

"If there's anyone that should be arrested, it's you who drugged Frank. You know what you did to him and gave him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" She said.

Amelia ended the phone call on me, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Frank would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke, and I feared what his anger would lead to. Frank doesn't beat me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to allow Amelia to eat my food.

He showed his angry side to me for the first time, and this had never happened before.

I blinked my tears away and went into the bathroom to wash myself and my body too.

Although I loved the way Frank was hot in bed, I really did enjoy it, and if only he had done it with a clear mind and eyes and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given him.

I was exhausted, so I walked out of the bathroom after a quick shower and got on the bed to sleep.

This bedroom was my own, and as Frank doesn't give me any specific room in the house, he said the room was his own, and I was only temporarily using it until he asked me to leave.

We share the closet, but he hasn't mistakenly slept with me.

He sometimes uses the other rooms that are furnished whenever he wants to avoid me, but most times, I lie to him that I cannot sleep alone, just to crawl on the same bed as him.

I lay on the bed and fell asleep as I was already exhausted.

The following morning, I awoke, and Frank was still sleeping on the bed. I touched him to know if he was alright. His head was hot, and likewise his body.

"What did Amelia give to my husband?" I wondered, knowing that if anything went wrong with Frank, I would be in serious trouble, but I couldn't leave him at this point.

I went to bring water to wipe his forehead and took care of him, but Frank wasn't waking up.

Afraid, I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, and he was still breathing, but his breathing wasn't stable.

"My God!" I rushed out of our room to call the family doctor and to know if I should take Frank to the hospital.