All Chapters of Invisible to her Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fatima remained in the car, watching her husband practically undress another woman outside his company building. Luckily, it was a holiday and no one else was around to witness it. The humiliation would have been far worse if people had seen this happening on her supposed wedding day.She did not move. She kept watching as he picked the woman up, half naked, and carried her inside the building. At that moment, Fatima wanted to step out of the car and follow them in, but something stopped her. Instead, she asked Jonathan to start the car while she cried her eyes out, not even caring that she was in front of her husband’s chauffeur. She was not thinking straight at that moment.When the car came to a stop and she realized they had arrived at their mansion, she wiped her tears and asked Jonathan for a favor, not to tell her husband that they had seen him.“I know it is not my place, but I think you should confront him,” Jonathan said. He loved his boss and was grateful to him. His life h

Standing up from the bed, Fatima walked out, heading straight for the guestroom, ignoring the dull ache pounding through her head. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she kept moving until she reached the door. That was where her courage finally faltered.She could hear them.Moans. Soft gasps. The low, unmistakable sounds of two bodies lost in each other.For a moment, it felt like they were mocking her, even though she knew they weren’t thinking about her at all. They were simply giving in to their lust, careless and unashamed, while her world was quietly falling apart just a few feet away.Her knees wobbled. She raised her hand to push the already ajar door open, then stopped herself. She couldn’t do this like this. Not yet. Not without something to steady her, something to dull the sharp edge of the pain slicing through her chest.She needed a drink.Turning away, she forced herself to walk downstairs. When she reached the kitchen, she paused in the doorway, her breath catch

Fatima calmed herself just enough to lift her hand and carefully wipe beneath her eyes with her thumb. She moved slowly, deliberately, grateful she hadn’t been wearing makeup. If she had, it would have smeared.When she turned around to face Nicholas, her posture was straight, her expression controlled. She hadn’t stopped because she owed him an explanation. She stopped because she wanted to hear what he would say now.“I made a mistake,” Nicholas said quickly, as if the words had been waiting on his tongue. “I’m sorry.” His face looked sincere, strained even. He was scared, she could see that much. The blank look she wore unsettled him. Fatima had never looked at him like this before. “We’ve been happy together,” he continued, his voice softer, coaxing. “We can’t just throw all of that away.”She didn’t respond. She only stared at him, her eyes steady, unreadable.He wasn’t wrong. Six years wasn’t nothing.She had built her life around this man, shaped herself to fit into his world.

Fatima’s mind drifted back to the life she had lived. She had never been a troublesome child growing up.She had been the one teachers relied on, the one who stayed behind to help tutor her classmates when they struggled.She had chosen a profession that saved lives, a career where she felt the loss deeply whenever a patient died. She was a doctor, but more than that, she was a people person. She had always been kind, always understanding, always willing to give more than she received.So how was the world repaying her kindness with this kind of cruelty?What kind of exchange was this? She did good, and this was what she got in return? Her husband’s mistress’s pregnancy results in her hands?“Fatima!” Violet’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharp enough to make her blink. “What do the results say?” Violet asked.Fatima hadn’t even realized she had opened the brown envelope. Her eyes scanned the paper without really wanting to. For a brief, foolish moment, she wished it said negative.

Leslie was growing tired of waiting for Nicholas to put Fatima in her place, to remind her that he had paid most of the money for the house, so she had no right to act like she owned it. Since he wasn't doing it, she decided to do it herself.“Listen, Fatima,” Leslie said, folding her arms. “I get that you’re in a bit of a pickle, but…”“I wonder who put me in that pickle,” Fatima snapped. She couldn’t take Leslie anymore.“I also know you can’t stand me.”“Can’t stand you?” Fatima laughed bitterly. “Bitch, I can’t even sit you.”“Okay, no name-calling, please,” Nicholas finally stepped in.Fatima chuckled, a dry, humorless sound, at how quickly he came to his mistress’s defense. She had never been the kind of woman to call anyone out of their name. But this situation was dragging something ugly out of her, and she hated that she could feel herself changing.“But Fatima is right, Leslie,” Nicholas added, glancing at his wife. Yes, to him, Fatima was still his wife. This was just one o