Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 7

Natalie Jackson.

Dr. Famous offered me a warm smile as he saw me descend the stairs and approach him. He was sitting on one of our black couches, waiting for my husband and me to arrive.

"Frank will be with you shortly," I informed Dr. Famous, and he smiled back at me.

A few moments later, Frank came downstairs with an angry expression and stopped to greet Dr. Famous in the living room.

Dr. Famous stood up and shook hands with Frank. "Good morning, Mr. Howard."

Frank and Dr. Famous exchanged pleasantries, to which Frank replied, "Welcome, Doc."

"Your wife already told me what happened, but I would like to perform a few tests on you to understand what truly happened and where you were drugged," Dr. Famous said, but Frank remarked, "You don't need to worry about that, Doc. I’ll get to the bottom of this matter myself, but I'm feeling a little better now."

"Are you sure, Mr. Howard? I would like to draw a sample of your blood to perform some tests and determine the cause of the issue. How about we meet at the hospital tomorrow for further investigation?" Dr. Famous said, noticing Frank's hardened expression.

"It's alright, Doc. Just proceed with the tests first. I’ll still visit the hospital tomorrow; I cannot let this matter slide. My wife took advantage of the fact that her sister came to visit us and drugged me. I don't know what her true intentions were, but I won’t let this slide as we had plans to end our marriage. So why would she drug me?" Dr. Famous looked at us in shock, hearing Frank speak to him about divorcing me.

"I didn’t drug him. I have never drugged you, Frank! What did you go out to do with Amelia? She could have possibly drugged you because she wanted to sleep with you!" I shouted back. "Amelia already told me she would be coming back to get you. Why wouldn’t you think of her as the culprit? You always blame me first!"

My eyes reddened with tears after I shouted at Frank, who was glaring at me. Dr. Famous quickly interjected, "That's okay, Mr. Howard. You don't have to argue with your wife about this. Why would Mrs. Howard drug you since you have been living together and obviously sleeping with each other before? So there's no way your wife would have taken advantage of you. Did you eat out last night?"

Frank's blue eyes flashed in anger at me as he shifted his gaze to look at Dr. Famous, who was preparing his syringe to draw blood while wearing gloves.

Frank pinched the space between his brows and replied, "I did, Doc, but that's because Natalie refused to let me eat her food. She didn’t want her sister to eat the food she cooked, so obviously, she drugged me in the morning and afternoon, but the drug didn’t take effect on me then."

Dr. Famous smiled after hearing what Frank said and replied, "How about when you went out yesterday? Did you, by chance, leave your meal? Maybe that’s when the person you went out with drugged you?"

I saw Frank's eyes narrow. "No way! Amelia would never drug me. She was waiting for me to come back from the restroom just after the waiter had served our meals. Amelia didn’t touch any of the meals," Frank snapped, defending Amelia. Dr. Famous replied, "She could have opened the meals and drugged you. It's very wrong to leave your food at a restaurant and return with it, especially when you’re not with a trustworthy person. I think you should think about the matter carefully before accusing your wife."

Dr. Famous advised Frank, "Your wife has been with you for some time now, and accusations like this can be harmful since you should trust her in preparing your past meals."

Frank remained quiet, not responding, and allowed Dr. Famous to draw his blood. Once Dr. Famous was finished, Frank thanked him, and Dr. Famous advised him not to accuse me of the incident again, giving Frank some medicine to help relieve the symptoms he was experiencing.

As Frank shut the door, he turned to me, standing in the living room, and said, "You think I will let this go? No way. You are going to be locked up for the crimes you committed. I wanted to end our marriage, and you took this step to make me sleep with you!"

I didn’t reply, and then we heard the sound of a car arriving at our home once more. Frank moved away to peek outside through the curtains to see who it was, and he stood there looking out.

I rushed to the other window and peeped out to see who had arrived at our home. It was Amelia again. She wore a silver dress that exposed her full chest. She was wearing silver shoes and picked up her handbag from her car before locking it.

How could she be so bold as to show up in my husband’s house again after what she did to us last night?

Frank moved away from the window to unlock the door for Amelia, but I rushed ahead to meet him at the door. I pushed past him, then rushed out of the house to confront Amelia.

"You b***h! You f*****g drugged my husband last night so he could sleep with you!" I lunged at Amelia, catching her off guard. Frank rushed to separate us and dragged me away from Amelia.

I made sure to slap Amelia hard across her pretty yellow face; luckily, she had braided her hair, or I might have yanked off her wig if she had been wearing one.

"Are you crazy, Natalie?! How dare you lay your filthy hands on Amelia?!" Frank shouted at me again, but I wasn’t satisfied.

I rushed to look for a stick, determined to deal with Amelia. This was my home, my marriage, and she was not going to get involved with my husband and go scot-free. I cut a small branch from a tree, watching as Amelia's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Natalie! Put that stick away!" Frank shouted at me, but I ignored him and prepared to discipline Amelia. She had drugged my husband last night, and I couldn’t just allow this matter to go.

I moved toward them, as Amelia hid behind Frank, who glared at me.

"Give me that stick, Natalie, or throw it away!" Frank ordered.

"No, Frank! Move aside now, or I won’t hesitate to discipline you and Amelia at this moment!" I noticed Amelia's eyes redden with tears as she hadn’t expected my attack.

"You wouldn’t dare do that, Natalie. You will go to jail if you lay a finger on me!" Amelia barked, staying behind Frank's back while the security guard at our mansion's gate rushed up to meet us, noticing the commotion between us.

"Natalie, throw that stick away," Frank said seriously, his expression hardening.

"No way! I'd rather go to jail but ensure that I get my revenge on this b***h!" I shouted back, forgetting that Amelia was my sister. My older sister. She was only older than me by a month, but she didn’t act like a sister to me, even though we were half-sisters.

I rushed toward Amelia, who ran back to her car. Quickly, I started whipping at her as she struggled to shut the car door, believing I was insane. Frank ran up to me, grabbed the stick from my hand—it was a small branch I had cut, more like a cane—and tossed it away, hitting me.

"Are you crazy?!" Frank barked at me as he shoved me aside from Amelia's car door and checked to see if she was alright.