Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 3

FRANKLIN POV:

"You're right. We would have become 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 Natalie drug you and use you as her pawn to escape our parents' home. She's just wayward, and I had always admired you then, hoping we would become married," Amelia said, 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 at me.

"Does that mean you will consider dating me now? I really do love you, Frankie," Amelia asked, looking at me sweetly.

She was very beautiful, and with her sharp blue eyes, I couldn't say no to her request.

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

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

Also, whenever our families hosted end-of-year events like New Year festivities, Christmas, or birthday celebrations, my dad would invite the Jacksons to our home.

Presently, as I got married and moved away from my father's house where I now lived with my wife, I hardly attended those 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 I got pressed and stood up from the table to excuse myself.

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

"Alright," Amelia replied, while the waiter positioned 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 waved away 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 smile at me.

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

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

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

"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 can find any pretty lady to hang out with."

Michael had dark complexion skin, 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 and not mentioning that I came here with my wife's half-sister.

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

"Yeah, can't I go on a date again?" I asked Michael. I saw him frown but quickly laugh out and reply, "Of course, hahaha, you can go on a date, Franklin. 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 actually.

Damn it, I didn't go on any date with Natalie. I hadn't 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 agemates. He owned several hotels here, thanks to his wealthy 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 there.

As I approached the chair where Amelia sat, seeing the waiter had already served my request, I quickly introduced Michael to Amelia.

"Hey, bro, meet my girlfriend, Amelia Jackson. Amy, this is Michael Austin, my childhood best friend," I introduced Amelia to Michael just as I moved to take my seat, 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 to him for a handshake.

Michael only stared at Amelia's hand and didn't accept it for a handshake.

"Franklin, isn't she your wife's elder sister? Are you fụcking both your wife and her sister now?" Michael asked me, his anger evident, and that actually pissed me off. As he shouted so loudly despite us being in the private hall.

Some other patrons looked at our table in shock, despite the dimly lit room. While Amelia appeared tense.

"Shut up, Michael! What has gotten into you? I am not fụcking 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.

He never found any fault in Natalie and would often disagree with me if I told him 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 at all you want to cheat on Natalie, must you cheat on her with her sister?!" Michael shouted, seeming to gather more attention from the staff working in the restaurant, as we weren't the only ones using the large parlor, and with Michael raising his voice at me, he disrupted the eerie atmosphere of the private parlor.

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

Michael looked at us just as I told Amelia to sit back, and 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 blind to see how beautiful Natalie was.

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