Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 6

**Natalie Jackson**

I rushed downstairs to the living room of our enormous mansion and hurried to pick up my phone that I had left on the center table.

I unlocked the screen and swiftly called Dr. Famous Joseph. He was our family doctor, and since I married Frank, Dr. Famous had been the one coming to treat me or Frank whenever we fell sick.

Frank hardly visited the hospital, so he sometimes invited Dr. Famous over. I was scared of anything happening to my husband. Even though I knew Frank didn't care for me that much, it hadn't reached the point of me wishing him dead.

The day was bright and sunny, being Sunday, and the phone call went through.

"Hello, Doc."

"Yes, good morning. Who is this?" Dr. Famous asked, taking me by surprise that he didn't have my phone number stored in his contacts.

"Doc, I'm Mr. Franklin Howard's wife. Please, there's an emergency at our home. Frank came home last night acting drunk, and I don't know what happened to him. He's unconscious and hasn't woken up. Can you please come to our house to check on him?" I informed Dr. Famous, and he replied, "I will be there in a minute."

"Thank you, Doc." That made me feel a little relieved as I awaited Dr. Famous's visit to our luxury home.

I paced around the living room, scared of what might happen to Frank. It was past 9 a.m. in the morning, so I rushed back upstairs to check on my husband.

As I unlocked the bedroom door that Frank and I shared, I found Frank already awake. He sat up in bed, clutching his head with his right hand. I sighed a little as I shut the door and walked up to meet him.

"Frank, are you alright? Good morning," I said, wanting to touch him, but Frank caught my hand with his strong grip and pushed it away, shoving me aside with great force as his eyes glowered with rage.

"What did you do to me last night, Natalie?! Has it come to the point where you would drug me in my own home so that you could sleep with me?" Frank shouted, his blue eyes burning angrily at me.

"Frank, what are you talking about? Why would I drug you? You came home last night shouting at me after leaving with Amelia. What did she give you? She should be the one you're accusing, not me. I would never drug you!" I shouted back as I rose from the marble-tiled floor and faced him.

Frank got out of bed and glared at me, "I will lock you up behind bars. Don’t think I will let this slide. You know that I want to end this marriage, and you took it upon yourself to drug me! Is that why you refused to let Amelia eat your food, knowing you had poisoned it with drugs?"

"No, Frank! I would never do that! I also want to proceed with the divorce on Monday! I want to end this marriage as well. I don't love you anymore, and I feel nothing for you that would make you think this of me. You came home last night and took your anger out on me instead of Amelia!"

I was sobbing uncontrollably, as I hated it when Frank was this hostile towards me. I knew he wouldn't believe me, as he would think I was the one who drugged him. I knew my husband was handsome, but that wasn't why I would drug him. I would never do that.

"You liar! I was with you throughout yesterday. I ate your food in the morning and afternoon, except for that meal you prepared at night. So it’s obviously your handiwork. Get ready for me; this time, I won’t let the matter slide. A wife r****g her husband in their own house."

I glared at Frank, not responding because I knew he wouldn't believe me. Frank got out of bed completely unclothed and walked to the bathroom to wash up while I stood there crying and looking for evidence to nail Amelia.

That woman! Frank already trusted her more than me, his wife.

The doorbell interrupted my trance of thoughts as Frank was in the bathroom. I sensed Dr. Famous had arrived since I told him it was an emergency, so I rushed out of our room and went downstairs, still in my flowing white nightdress, to check who was at the door.

My heart bled with unspoken words and simmering anger at how to get my revenge on Amelia. I wouldn’t have married Frank if it hadn’t been for her setup. She hooked me up with him just to get rid of me from our father's home, but she hadn't considered that Frank might fall victim to her schemes.

Wiping my tears away, I approached the living room door and unlocked it to find Dr. Famous standing there, dressed casually with a black bag in his hands.

"Good morning, Doc," I greeted him, still rooted at the threshold instead of ushering him in. He smiled at me and asked, "Morning, Mrs. Howard. How's your husband?"

"Oh, he's awake now, Doc. But please come in. Frank scared me last night by coming home drunk, and this morning he woke up accusing me of drugging him so he could touch me. I could never drug my husband," I explained to Dr. Famous, and he frowned.

"Is he alright now? Let me see him first to find out what happened. Your husband has a low tolerance to certain drugs and foods, which is why I advised him not to eat out and to keep his diet in check. Even a small bottle of beer can have a very bad impact on his stomach, so I wonder why he would go against my advice and eat out. You don’t have to take the blame, Mrs. Howard; let me attend to your husband first and find out the cause of his ill health." Dr. Famous finished speaking, and I felt a little relieved.

Frank had never told me before that he had a weak stomach and didn’t eat out. Even at work, he would order me to bring his lunch, but he never acknowledged me as his wife. Our marriage was a secret; many of the staff at Frank's company didn’t know I was his wife.

Whenever I went there at noon to deliver his meal, his secretary would think I was a maid, so she wouldn't greet me much or show me any respect in her office. She would just ask me to deliver the food and leave. Frank never told me why, nor did he care to show me around his company.

I only knew his office and lacked the knowledge of whether his company had a cafeteria or not. But it was a big establishment.

"That's fine. I will go upstairs and call him now," I said to Dr. Famous as I excused myself and took the stairs. When I entered our bedroom, Frank was out of the bathroom, holding a white towel in his hands. He glared at me and demanded, "What do you want here? Can't you give me some privacy, or do you want to force yourself on me again?!"

"Frank..." I frowned, unable to believe my ears. "Why would I force myself on you? Can I overpower you? Anyway, I invited Dr. Famous, and he's here to check on you." I told Frank, and I saw him frown.

"Leave! I will go downstairs to check on him," Frank dismissed me as he walked into the closet to put on his clothes. I sighed, unlocked the room door, and went back downstairs to inform Dr. Famous about it.