Billionaire's Broken Trust

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kitchen and walked out to the dining table to serve it. Howev

oward, laughing heartily with my

er. Franklin had not laughed like that with me before, and here

y mother was a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn

r than me, which made her my elder sister. We were both fair-

e we live, and he never liked me, his wife. Our marriag

t friends. During a business party at my father's house, he invited a lot of

ve me. He thought I had drugged him and lured him to my room so that he would sleep with me

, and they wondered why he had kept me around instead

crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink, as that was what I

lready 22 years old then-naive-and with Franklin and me caught in a compromising position on th

eive, even though it was my first time. We lived like neighbors who hated each other,

sister's husband? Amelia was so shameless. Franklin i

ved to gym-was fair-complexioned and more handsome than any other man I had seen. Hi

reach his chest; to tell you the truth, I'm a shorty. Although I ha

in asking Amelia. He had switched from call

of red wine that Franklin had refilled, while

ningful certificate. As the illegitimate child of my parents, I hadn't pursued further education and was fo

d I wasn't fashionable. He didn't like taking me out to hang out with his friends, and he never gave me money for upkeep. I only manage

d, and I hated how she and my husband

alled me "Natalie!" In fact, he shouted my name w

me, just as he settled across from Amelia on th

of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the foo

ng to you!" Franklin

I replied and covered the f

g to serve her any food. She should get out and go back to our

here are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?" Fr

et was to steal my husband. She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling

use of what? I cooked this

y and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands. And don't think I'll apologize for the slap. C

s the dress accentuated her hips and bosom. Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watchi

to be jealous, but Franklin had not served me foo

kitchen himself and brought one for Amelia to wash her hands. He sat

of soup I had served for myself-the portion t

s go out to get something more palatable," Franklin said, standing up from the dining table.

me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want y

my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our

her, "You shameless slụt, aren't you ashamed to be going after your sister's hus

ys mistreated me. I had thought that getting married would bring me happiness and a fa

ut of the house, she fell do