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 quickly dialed Dr. Famous Joseph. He was our family doctor, and since I had married Frank, Dr. Famous had been the one treating me or Frank whenever we fell sick.

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

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

"Hello, Doc," I said.

"Yes, good morning. Who is this?" Dr. Famous asked, taking me by surprise since he didn’t have my phone number saved.

"Doc, I'm Mr. Franklin Howard's wife. Please, there is 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. Please, can you come to our house to check on him?" I explained to 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 about in the living room, feeling scared about anything happening to Frank. It was past 9 AM, so I rushed back upstairs to check on my husband.

As I unlocked the bedroom door that Frank and I used, I found him already awake. He was sitting 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 wanted to get closer to him and touch him, but Frank caught my right hand with his strong grip and pushed me 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 drug me in my own home so that I could sleep with you?" Frank asked, 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 you left with Amelia. What did she give you? She should be the one you're accusing and pointing fingers at, not me! I would never drug you!" I shouted as I stood up from the marble-tiled floor and looked at Frank.

Frank got out of bed and glared at me. "I will lock you up behind bars! Don’t think I’ll 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 that you had poisoned it with some s*x 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 you should think of me like this. You came home last night, taking your anger out on me instead of Amelia, the one you left with!" I sobbed uncontrollably, hating it whenever Frank was this hostile towards me. I knew he wouldn’t believe me; he would think that I was the one who drugged him. Frank was handsome, but that wasn’t why I would ever drug him. I would never do that.

"You liar! I was with you all day. I ate your food in the morning and afternoon—except for that meal you prepared at night. So it’s obviously your doing. Get ready, because this time, I won’t let this go. A wife r****g her husband in their own house?"

I glared at Frank, choosing not to respond, knowing he wouldn’t believe me. Frank got out of bed completely unclothed and walked to the bathroom to wash himself while I stood there sobbing, 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 while 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 see who was at the door.

My heart bled with unspoken words and subtle anger over how to get revenge on Amelia. I wouldn’t have gotten married to Frank if it weren’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 become the prey of her target.

Wiping my tears away, I finally approached the living room door and unlocked it to find Dr. Famous standing there, dressed casually and holding 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, "Good morning, Mrs. Howard. How is your husband?"

"Oh, he's awake now, Doc. But come in. Frank scared me last night as he came home acting drunk and then slept with me. This morning, he woke up accusing me of drugging him so that he would touch me, but 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 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 concluded, which made me feel 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, so 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. She wouldn’t greet me much, nor would she show me any respect in her office. She would just ask me to go straight and 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 immediately excused myself from his view and took the stairs. When I got to our bedroom, Frank was out of the bathroom, holding a towel in his hands. He glared at me and asked, "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, not believing my ears. "Why would I force myself on you? Am I supposed to overpower you? Anyway, I invited Dr. Famous, and he's here to check on you," I explained to Frank, and he frowned.

"Leave! I’ll go downstairs to check on him," Frank dismissed me as he walked into the closet to get dressed. I sighed, unlocked the door, and went back downstairs to inform Dr. Famous.