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Natalie's POV

On Saturday evening, I finished cooking dinner in the kitchen and stepped out to the dining room to serve it. However, I saw my half sister, Amelia Jackson, had arrived.

I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing loudly with my sister in the living room.

What pained me the most was seeing how easily he got along with her.

Franklin had never laughed like this with me before, and here he was, laughing happily with my older sister in the living room.

Amelia Jackson was my half sister. We had the same father but different mothers.

My mother was my father's mistress, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn't like me.

I had three older brothers, James, Asher, and Felix, all doting on Amelia.

Amelia and I were age mates, but she was only a month older than me, so that made her my elder sister.

We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby.

Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city where we lived, and he never liked me, his wife.

It was a mistake that led to Franklin’s and my marriage—a mistake I should never have accepted.

Three years ago, my father and Franklin's father were best friends, and while my father held 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.

I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He thought I was the one who drugged him and lured him to my room so he would sleep with me.

We were forced to become a couple to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's 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 to Franklin that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink, as that was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me on that eventful night.

A lot of invitees had also come with their grown children, but none of them came to speak to me.

I was 22 years old then, naive, and with Franklin and me caught in a compromising position on the bed, we got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we didn't sleep with each other, and I didn't conceive, 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 date her younger sister's husband?

Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me, and as I was 25 years old now, he was 30.

I watched Franklin wearing a white singlet that revealed his muscular abs because he loved to go to the gym. He was fair in complexion and more handsome than any other man I had seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was drooling over him.

Franklin was very tall. His arms were mascular, and so were his thighs. I was not up to Franklin’s chest; to tell you, I was a shorty. Although, I had an hourglass shape.

Franklin didn't find me attractive in any way.

"How were your studies, Amy?" I heard Franklin ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy as her short, abbreviated name.

Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup Franklin had refilled while I sat at the dining table setting up our dinner.

We had no maid at home, simply because Franklin mandated that I would not be going to work when I didn't have any meaningful certificate.

As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn't further my education, and I was forced by my stepmother to learn tailoring, while Amelia went to the university and became a certified accountant.

I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Franklin felt it was a useless profession, even as a fashion designer.

He called me ugly and said that I wasn't fashionable.

He didn't like to take me out to hang out with his friends, nor did he give me money for upkeep.

I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to save some for my personal use.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia said. I hated how she 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, as if he didn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the next black couch in our exquisite living room.

I was through preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup.

I looked at the food I had prepared and then at my husband and my half sister.

"Natalie! I am talking to you!" Franklin shouted at me again.

"Hmm, no food for you both," I replied and covered the food that I had already served.

First of all, I didn't invite Amelia to my home. Neither would I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father's house and look for her own husband to call pet names.

Franklin immediately rose from the couch and dashed toward me.

"Where are you taking the tray of food to? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached and snatched the tray from my hands.

I looked at him irritably and then at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes, and I knew her target. She wanted to take my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to take everything I had stolen from her, including my husband.

"Franklin, you slapped me because of what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it," I said, my eyes filled with tears.

"Why? Did I not give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands, and do not think that I will apologize to you because of the slap. Come, Amy, do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin called out to Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model, the brown fabric accentuating her hips and bosom.

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 to cook.

I knew Amelia was my sister and I wasn't supposed to be jealous, but Franklin had never served me any food before, not to mention food I had cooked myself.

Franklin also noticed that I didn't bring any bowl of water, so he went to the kitchen himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands.

Franklin sat across from Amelia, and she kept blushing, not caring to ask me to join them in eating.

"Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup I had served for myself, the same portion Franklin had served Amelia as her plate of soup.

"What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy, let's go out to get something more palatable to eat," Franklin said, standing up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband chose to go out of our matrimonial home to eat.

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned,

"Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you have poisoned it?"

"What?" I frowned as his words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our duplex and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Yes, Franklin and I had different bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut! Aren't you ashamed to be dating your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you cannot use your beauty to look for your own husband!" I cursed at Amelia, and she hissed.

"Get out of my house!" I was enraged, remembering that Amelia and her brothers never liked me. They mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought that getting married would give me my own happiness and family, this same family that didn't 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.