Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 6

Natalie Jackson:

I rushed downstairs to the living room of our enormous mansion and rushed to pick up my phone that I had left on the center table. Picking up my phone, I unlocked the screen and swiftly placed a call across to Dr. Famous Joseph. He was our family doctor, and since I got married to Frank, Dr. Famous had been the one coming to treat me or Frank whenever we fell sick.

Frank hardly visited the hospital, so he invited Dr. Famous sometimes. I was scared of anything happening to my husband. Even though I knew Frank didn't like me that much, it hasn't gotten to the point of me wishing him death.

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

"Hello, Doc."

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

"Doc, I'm Mr. Franklin Howard's wife. Please, there is a case of 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. Please, can you come to our house to check on him," I let Dr. Famous know, and he replied, "I will be there in a minute."

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

I paced about in the living room, feeling scared of anything happening to Frank. It was past 9 am in the morning, so I rushed back upstairs to check on my husband.

As I unlocked the bedroom door that Frank and I used, Frank was already awake, and he sat up on the bed, clutching his head with his right hand. That made me sigh out a little as I shut the door and walked up to meet him.

"Frank, are you alright? Good morning," I wanted to go near him and to touch him, but Frank caught my hand with his strong grip and pushed my right hand away, also shoving me aside with great force as his eyes glowered with rage at me.

"What did you do to me last night, Natalie?! Has it gotten to the point of you drugging me again in my home so that I could sleep with you?" Frank asked me, as his blue eyes burned angrily at me.

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

Frank shifted out from the bed and glared at me. "I will lock you up behind bars, and don't think that 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 Amelia from eating your food and knowing that you had poisoned it with s*x drugs!"

"No, Frank! I will 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 about you that you should think of me as this. You came home last night and took your anger out on me instead of Amelia that you left the house with!"

I was sobbing uncontrollably as I hated it whenever Frank was this very hostile to me. I knew he wouldn't believe me as he would think that I was the one who drugged him again. 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, afternoon except for that meal that you prepared at night. So it's obviously your handiwork. Get ready for me, this time, I wouldn't allow the matter to lie. A wife r****g her husband in their own house."

I glared at Frank, not responding to him as I knew that he wouldn't believe me. Frank got out of the bed fully unclothed, and he walked away to the bathroom to wash up himself while I stood there, sobbing and looking for evidence to nail Amelia.

That b***h! Frank already trusted her more than he trusted me, his wife.

The doorbell sound interrupted my trance of thoughts as Frank was in the bathroom having his bath. I sensed Dr. Famous had arrived since I told him it was a case of 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 subtle anger of how to get my revenge on Amelia. I wouldn't have gotten married to Frank if it wasn't for her setup. She hooked me up with Frank, just to get rid of me from our father's home, but she hadn't thought that Frank would fall victim as the prey of her target.

Wiping my sobs away, I finally approached the living room brown door and unlocked it to find Dr. Famous standing there and dressed in casual clothing as he held a black bag in his hands.

"Good morning, Doc," I greeted him, still rooted at the center of the door, instead of ushering Dr. Famous into our home. He smiled at me and asked, "Morning, Mrs. Howard, how about your husband?"

"Oh, he's awake now, Doc. But come in. Frank got me scared last night as he came home acting drunk and slept with me. This morning, he woke up accusing me of drugging him so that he could touch me, but I can never drug my husband," I let Dr. Famous know the problem between me and Frank this morning, 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 types of drugs and foods, and that's why I advised him not to eat out and to keep his diet in check. Even a small bottle of beer would have a very bad impact on his stomach, so I wonder why he would go against my warning and eat out. You don't have to take the blame, Mrs. Howard. Allow me to attend to your husband first and find out the cause of his ill health," Dr. Famous finished speaking, and that made me a little relieved.

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

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

I only knew his office and lacked the idea 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 immediately excused myself away from his view and took the stairs. As I got to our bedroom, Frank was out from the bathroom, holding a towel in his hands. He glared at me, asking, "What do you want here? Can't you give me some privacy, or you want to force yourself on me again?!"

"Frank..." I frowned, not believing 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, unlocking the room door and went back downstairs to inform Dr. Famous about it.