Billionaire's Broken Trust

*Natalie's POV* One Saturday evening, I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when the sound of a car arriving in my home caught my attention. I quickly served the dinner on a tray and carried it to the dining room, which was adjacent to the living room. However, I saw that my half-sister, Amelia Jackson, had arrived. I watched as my husband, Franklin Howard, laughed so hard with my elder sister in the living room. What pained me the most was seeing the way he got along with her. Franklin had not laughed like this with me before, but here he was, laughing so loudly with my half-sister in the living room. Amelia Jackson was my half-sister because we have the same father but different mothers. My mother was my father's mistress, and because of this, I was the unwanted child in my family, they didn't like me. I have three older brothers, James, Asher, and Felix. They all dote on Amelia. Amelia and I are age-mates, but she was only a month older than me, so that made her my older sister. We were both fair in complexion, but she was tall, and I was short and chubby. Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city that we live in, and he did not like me, his wife. It was a mistake that led to Franklin and my marriage to him. A mistake that I shouldn't have accepted. Three years back, my father and Franklin's father were best friends. Though my father had a business party at home, he invited a lot of tycoons. One thing led to another, and Franklin and I were caught in my room. That night, I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin did not believe me. He felt I was the one who drugged him and lured him to my room so that he would sleep with me. After that night, Franklin and I were forced to become married to hide the level of embarrassment, as his family were also disappointed. Everyone knew I was my father's illegitimate daughter, and they wondered why my father had kept me, instead of kicking me out and allowing Amelia to marry Franklin. It was after my wedding with Franklin that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my wine that fateful night because it was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me. Well, many invites had come with their grown-up children, but none of them came to discuss with me, except Franklin. Then, I was 22 years old, naive, and with Franklin and I caught in an intimate position on the bed. Our fathers concluded that we got married, while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband. After our wedding, Franklin did not like me. He did not sleep with me, and I didn't conceive that night we had s*x, even though it was my first time. We lived like neighbors who hated each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Franklin wanted to divorce me to marry her. How shameless of a sister to want to befriend her younger sister's husband? Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me. Now, I was 25 years old, and he was 30 years old. ~~~~ Presently, I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs, which he loved to hit the gym. He was handsome, fair-skinned, and had full brows, compared to any other men I had seen. Franklin's skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was gawking at him. Franklin was tall, and his arms and thighs were muscular. I was not up to Franklin's chest, to tell you, I was a short woman. Though, I have an hourglass shape, Franklin did not find me attractive in any way. "How was your studies, Amy?" Franklin asked. His deep voice booming in the living room. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy as her shortened name. Amelia blushed as she picked up a glass of wine that Franklin had refilled on the coffee table. I sat at the dining table, setting up our dinners, as we have no maid at home. Franklin mandated that I won't be going to work because I did not have any meaningful certificate. As the illegitimate daughter of my parents, I did not further my education, and I was forced by my stepmother to learn tailoring, while Amelia went to a private university across the country. She just graduated as a qualified accountant. I was not even allowed to sew because Franklin felt it was a useless profession to become a fashion designer. Franklin called me an ugly woman. He said I was not fashionable. He did not like to take me out on a date or to hang out with his friends. He did not give me money for upkeep. I only managed to get money for my upkeep when Franklin gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then, I managed to see some money to save for my personal use. "It was fine, Frankie," Amelia replied. Obviously, I hated that Amelia and my husband were calling each other pet names. This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only called me "Natalie!" In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, like he did not want to see me. "Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked as he sat across from Amelia on the next black couch in our exquisite living room. I had finished preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the tray of food that I had served on the dining table, then I peered at my husband and my half-sister in the living room. "Natalie! I am talking to you!" Franklin shouted at me again when he noticed my quietness. "Hmm, no food for you both," I replied firmly and covered the food that I had already served. Firstly, I did not invite Amelia to my home. Neither will I serve her any food. She should get out and return back to our father's house and look for her own husband to be calling pet names with him. Franklin immediately rose from the couch and dashed up to meet me. "Where are you taking the tray of food too? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he collected the tray from my hand. I looked at Franklin irritably and then at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes from the living room. I knew her target. She wanted to snatch my husband. She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to take everything that I had stolen from her, including my husband. "Franklin, you slap me because of what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it," I said, holding my cheek. Tears streaming down my face. "Why? Did I not give you the money to use and prepare this meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands! Do not think that I will apologize to you because of the slap. Come, Amelia, do not mind Natalie. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin called out to Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the black couch in the living room. Her brown dress hugged tightly to her body and made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and boobs. Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered and cooked. I knew Amelia was my sister, and I was not supposed to be jealous. But Franklin had not served me any food before, not to mention the one that I cooked by myself. Franklin also saw that I did not serve any bowl of water for washing hands. He went to the kitchen by himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands. Franklin sat across from Amelia, and she was blushing, not caring to ask me to join them in eating. "Franklin!" I shouted and rushed toward the plate of soup that I had served for myself because that was the portion that Franklin had served for Amelia, as her own plate of soup to eat. "Natalie, what is wrong with you? Should we leave this food for you to eat alone?" Franklin demanded and turned to Amelia. "Come on, Amy. Let's go out to get something more palatable to eat." Franklin stood up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook, and my husband would have to go out of our matrimonial home to eat. "Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned me, "Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food alone, since you do not want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you have poisoned it?" "What?" I frowned as Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in the living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. Yes, Franklin and I have different bedrooms. I looked at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut! Aren't you ashamed to be dating your sister's husband? As beautiful as you, yet you cannot use your beauty to find your own husband!" "Get out of my house!" I yelled, and Amelia hissed. Enraged, I rushed up to meet Amelia, remembering that she and her brothers did not like me. They maltreated me, and I had thought that getting married would bring my own happiness and family. Yet this very same family that did not want my happiness wouldn't let me be. As I rushed to push Amelia out of the house, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.