LOGINFatima couldn't lie to Raphael; that day she felt like that because she was simply horny. As bitter as it was to admit, her heart was between Ian and Nicholas romantically. Raphael, despite being what he was, was like a friend to her.“I'm sorry.” She truly was. Raphael nodded, chuckling to himself."No, I'm sorry.” He was fooling himself to think about a woman ever choosing him over Ian. All these years he's wasted trying to make Ian's life difficult when it wasn't even Ian's fault. Well, he was done; it was at this moment he realized he was just wasting his time. Fatima would never ever choose him.“It's weird to say, but you're a good person, Raphael. A good friend.” Fatima was honest; she saw this in him. He cared about people; just a few minutes ago he was forcing her to eat. “You'll find someone, I promise."“Well…” He stood up. "Tell Leslie I wish her a quick recovery.”"You're going already?” She also stood up; he appeared upset. Instead of words, Raphael walked to Fatima and
Fatima drove the two men together to the hospital. Nicholas appeared even more restless, while Raphael was hard to read; of course, he was also worried. Leslie was his girlfriend at one point.When they reached the hospital, they were taken in with Nicholas making it clear Leslie was pregnant with his child. Fatima was uncomfortable with that, as again, she would never forget how that child came to be and the fact that Nicholas was like this; it just pained her, but again, she had no choice but to just be okay with it.“The father can go in after an hour; she's resting for now.” The nurse informed them, and Nicholas thanked her before he walked to sit; he was clearly going to wait, and Fatima didn't know if she should also stick around.“I'm going to wait until she's up. I can't risk it.” He said as she walked to him, he didn't try to look at her face, as he was a little embarrassed. He was very much aware that this would always stand in their second chance, but it's a baby, his blood
When Dante and Ian reached them, Fatima stood up and asked if they needed anything, just the same way she would have asked any guest."Mr. Kingston is not here to eat or chat.” Dante answered on Ian's behalf while Ian sat down on a seat that was far from everyone, then crossing his legs, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling like he didn't have a care in the world.Fatima sat down, and everyone else didn't say anything; they continued with discussing plans, and Dante was standing like a guard.They switched on the TV, and Leslie was live.“So you said you wanted to clear something up?” The interviewer asked, "We had to cancel with others and take you in immediately.”“Thank you for that," Leslie said. “For giving me a voice.”"Of course, of course. So is it more drama? Did Fatima try to reach out to you?” The interviewer sounded so excited for more drama.“No. Actually I'm here to clear up everything, to tell you that Fatima is not who I said she was.” And the crowd went crazy
These baths always reset Fatima. After an hour, she was like a new person, great mood and high energy.She went downstairs to the dining room where Nicholas was, and everything, just as he had promised, was set.“You cooked?” Not that she was surprised, as this wasn’t Nicholas’s first time cooking.“Yes, I followed this new recipe. I can’t wait for you to try it.” He finished dishing her food and then sat down. The food didn’t just smell delicious; it looked amazing too.“Great serving skills.” At this point, she was just saying anything so it wouldn’t get silent, as that was awkward.“Thank you.” They started eating, and the silence Fatima feared haunted them. It got awkward again. Fatima battled with her mind, wondering whether to thank Nicholas for running her bath, or if that would make him think she was willing to take him back.Fatima truly appreciated Nicholas. Sure, she realised a lot, but she didn’t want him to think he could get her back. That was not on the table. A relatio
She was literally stuck. She didn’t know where to drive to. She stayed there on the side of the road like that until the ring of her phone snapped her back to reality.It was Nicholas. He must have heard from the kids she was coming today.“Nicholas.” She picked up. Now the sun was setting and it was getting dark.“Where are you?” he asked as soon as the call connected. “Do you need me to come and pick you up? I can send Jonathan,” he offered, and Fatima wished she could tell him Jonathan worked for Ian first. If he shouldn’t have trusted him back then, then now he had double the reason not to trust him.“I had a car brought to the airport.”“Great, how far are you?”“W-why?” she asked. He sounded like he was expecting her.“Well, I thought now you would come home, you know… this is your home. If you need me to go to a hotel, just let me know, but for you, I don’t think it’s wise,” he explained, and Fatima was really grateful for how thoughtful Nicholas was being, even after their div
Fatima shouldn't even be surprised that Isabella did this. She did make it clear she was going to have Ian back, and Fatima sleeping with Nicholas just made it easy for her.“Thank you for telling me this.” Fatima stood up. "It seems I lost Ian for good.”"I'm sorry.” Raphael was, not because she lost Ian but because she was in pain; otherwise he was happy at least a competitor was out of his way. “Do you want me to do something? Give you a massage or anything?” Raphael was shameless; this was why Fatima struggled to feel pity for him. He always found a moment to be a dick.“I think I want to be alone.” She said and then walked away; luckily Raphael didn't force it.When she was in her room, Fatima started with fixing the bed; she wanted to give Ian a call and ask him if he was safe, but she knew that would just push Ian away.Him knowing that she also slept with Nicholas must have damaged his mind, and Fatima knew that because she was once in his shoes. Being cheated on is not a joke







