Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 3

FRANKLIN VIEW:

"You're right. We would have gotten married, but it's not too late to divorce your sister now. She isn't up to my standard, and I do not like her," I said as the waiter brought our dinner, and Amelia smiled.

"How about me? I have always admired you. Honestly, that night, I felt sad seeing that Natalie drugged you and used you as her pawn to escape from our parents' home. She's just wayward, and I had always admired you, hoping we would become a couple," Amelia repeated, tears gathering in her blue eyes.

I sighed.

"Do not worry, I will end my marriage with Natalie, okay? And she can move on with her life with whomever she pleases; I do not care," I told Amelia, and she smiled.

"Does that mean you will consider dating me now? I truly do love you, Frankie," Amelia asked me, looking at my face eagerly.

Amelia was extremely beautiful, and with her blue eyes shining, I couldn't say no to her request.

I had always wanted to date Amelia. I used to like her back then. She was tall, like a formidable model with slender legs, a slim waist, and an ample bosom.

In those days, my father usually sent me on some errands to meet Mr. Liam Jackson, and from there, I would catch a glimpse of Amelia.

Likewise, whenever our families had an event hosted during the end of the year, like New Year festivities, Christmas, or birthday celebrations, my dad would still invite the Jackson family to our home.

Presently, since I got married, I moved away from my father's house.

I hardly attended these end-of-year celebrations, as I felt ashamed to be in the same location as my wife.

I would travel out and give excuses to my dad why I couldn't show up.

The waiter soon arrived with our meals, and as I was pressed, I stood up from the table to excuse myself.

"I'm coming. I want to go and use the restroom," I told Amelia, and she smiled.

"Okay," Amelia said, while the waiter finished positioning our meals on the table.

I knew I wasn't supposed to leave my meal, but Amelia was like family to me, and I trusted her.

I quickly brushed off the negative feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach as I left for the restroom to relieve myself.

I stole a final look at Amelia as I entered the restroom, seeing her smiling at me.

I hurried into the men's restroom to relieve myself. There were several stalls for men to use, knowing that the restaurant could get crowded with lots of patrons.

As I came out of the restroom, wanting to leave—not expecting that I would get pressed simply because I didn't have time to relieve myself at home—I bumped into Michael Austin, my best friend here in the city.

Michael wore a white shirt paired with black jeans similar to mine, along with black canvas shoes.

"Franklin! What brought you here, bro? Hold up, let me use the restroom quickly." Michael rushed into the restroom to relieve himself, while I waited for him to come out.

"Franklin!" Michael and I shook hands, and I asked him, "What's up with you, Mike? What brings you here?"

Michael grinned and replied, "I was just bored at home. You know, no wife or girlfriend, so I came here to see if I could find a pretty lady to hang out with."

Michael had a dark complexion, compared to me, who was fair.

"That's fine. I have to go now, as I came here with my date," I replied, wanting to leave, not wanting to mention that I came here with my wife's half-sister.

"Your date?" Michael looked taken aback as he stopped me, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, can't I go on a date?" I asked Michael. I saw him frown, but he quickly laughed and replied, "Of course, Franklin. Hahaha, you can go on a date. But with your wife, I guess. Who did you arrive here with?"

"Come, let's go out and meet her. She will be waiting for me," I told Michael, as he didn't seem happy to hear that I came here on a date and not with my wife.

Damn it, I hadn't gone on any date with Natalie. I had never taken her out for shopping. I just planned to divorce her, and while the matter was still ongoing in my mind, I hadn't discussed it yet with Michael, even though he was my best friend.

I knew he wouldn't support me in divorcing Natalie, as he kind of had a soft spot for her.

Michael and I were age mates. He owned several hotels here, thanks to his affluent parents, as he was a billionaire and his father a senator.

We exited the men's restroom and went back to the private parlor to join Amelia.

As I approached the chair where Amelia sat, seeing that the waiter had served our food, I quickly introduced Michael to Amelia.

"Hey bro, meet my girlfriend, Amelia Jackson. Amy, this is Michael Austin, my childhood best friend," I introduced them, just as I moved to take my seat in the room, wanting to be quick with my dinner and return home on time to my unwanted wife.

"Hi," Amelia said to Michael, as she stood up from her seat and extended her right hand for a handshake.

Michael only stared at Amelia's hand, refusing to shake it.

"Franklin, isn't she your wife's elder sister? Are you fücking both your wife and her sister now?" Michael asked me, his anger evident. That actually pissed me off, as he shouted so loudly despite the fact that we were in a private hall.

Some other patrons looked at our table in shock, despite the dim lighting in the room, while Amelia appeared tense.

"Shut up, Michael! What has gotten into you? I am not fücking Natalie at home, and whatever relationship I have with Natalie and her sister, it is none of your business," I barked, pissed off that my best friend liked supporting my wife over me.

Michael never found any fault in Natalie and would often disagree with me if I told him that Natalie was ugly and not my spec.

"Really? I had thought you arrived here with your wife, and here you are, actually fooling around with your wife's sister. Don't you feel any shame, Franklin? And if you want to cheat on Natalie, must you cheat on her with her sister?!" Michael shouted, gathering more attention from the staff working in the restaurant. As we weren't the only ones using the large parlor, Michael raising his voice disrupted the quiet atmosphere.

"Michael, you can leave and not disturb me or lecture me on how to live my life," I told him, seeing that Amelia looked embarrassed.

Michael looked at us, and just as I told Amelia to sit back, he turned around and left.

I treasured my friendship with Michael, but he was getting on my nerves each time he disagreed with me about divorcing Natalie.

Michael most times told me that I was too blind to see how beautiful Natalie is.

"I apologize to you on my friend's behalf. He's always like that, taking Natalie's side, so much that I'm beginning to think if he's fücking her behind my back, like the cheap slut that she is," I told Amelia to ease her tense mood.