All Chapters of Invisible to her Husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Fatima spent the rest of the morning with the kids. Nicholas never showed up.After the kids got tired and dirty, she helped Mrs. Wilson take them inside. They bathed them, and soon Fatima was in the kitchen making lunch, trying hard not to think about what had just happened.“Mommy, where is Aunt Madelyn?” Bonnie asked. She was seated on the stool, leaning on the kitchen counter while Fatima prepared the food. Mrs. Wilson was by the stove making soft pap for Wave, who was on the mat floor playing with his tablet.“Honey, Aunt Madelyn is a little sick,” Fatima said, smashing the potatoes.“Can we go and see her?” Bonnie was attached to her aunt, and Fatima understood. She nodded but told her they had to eat first.Soon the table was set. Mrs. Wilson was there ready to help when Fatima excused herself. She knew Nicholas might have gone to submit the divorce documents himself, but she just wanted to hear it from him. She was restless.But when she reached the living room, her phone star

Nicholas watched as his wife sipped on the glass of champagne. He grinned like a stalker.“Update me,” Ashley said as she got in the car, startling him.She had gone to get some fries and juice, she claimed she was hungry after standing for an hour protesting, which hadn’t done anything.“I can’t believe Ian just embarrassed me like that,” Ashley said. She reached for the fries and started eating. She offered Nicholas some, but he shook his head. “Drive,” she instructed.He knew where they were headed, so he didn’t ask. He started the car while Ashley kept eating.“So is it working?” Ashley asked, looking at the small screen that Nicholas’s eyes refused to leave, even when he was supposed to be focused on the road.“See for yourself. Ian had left the room,” he responded. Yes, that apartment was bugged. He was seeing everything that was happening.“He can’t be in the same room as her without touching her,” Ashley said, sipping on her juice. “He always loses it. Why else do you think he

Women being women, they exchanged unpleasant glares. Then both turned to Nicholas and—in unison—asked the question:“Who is this whore?”Nicholas’s throat went dry. He didn’t know what to say.“Wait, did you just call me a whore?” Both of them asked in unison again.Nicholas saw it was about to get messy. He got in the middle. “Ladies, ladies, please calm down,” he said.“Okay, you didn’t tell me about her. Who is she?” Isabella asked.“His fiancée, the mother of his child. Who are you?” Leslie answered with the same rude energy.“If you tell me she’s the reason your marriage ended, I’m gonna faint.”“Excuse me?”“I mean no offense, honey, but look at you. Even Fatima is better looking than you.”“Okay, that’s it.” Leslie tied her hair up.Isabella didn’t back down. Nicholas had to keep acting drunk, so he wasn’t physically able to stop them. He just waved for help when they weren’t looking.But it was too late. Leslie jumped on Isabella, and now they were punching each other, pulling

You would think she was used to it by now, that after holding her husband’s mistress’s pregnancy results in her hands, this shouldn’t feel like news anymore. But it did. This was news to her.When Jonathan broke the news that Leslie was faking the pregnancy, her mind had held onto that. Now it was like resetting everything in her brain, and it hurt.“So you’re saying Leslie is really pregnant?” she asked, just to be sure.“The doctor just confirmed it. She got into a fight and almost lost the baby.”“She got into a fight?”“With Ms. Isabella.”“Isabella? Okay, what hospital are you guys at?”“Oakwood.”“I’m on my way.” She ended the call and started the car. It was crazy why she even wanted to be there, but all she knew was she had to see this for herself.It didn’t take long to get there. She went to the receptionist and asked for the doctor who treated Leslie.“Dr. Evans,” the receptionist answered. Fatima was still like their supervisor in some ways. They still respected her.She w

Ian, being carefree like always, didn’t mind that people were staring or that he was being loud. He walked over to Fatima and Nicholas with the same question.“Ian,” Fatima finally said, snapping out of her thoughts. She still couldn’t believe he called her his wife. Her reaction was silly and she knew it, yet she just couldn’t help herself.“Yes, she’s my wife now. He is her ex-husband,” Ian announced to anyone who cared to listen.Fatima palmed her forehead. “What are you doing?” she whispered, looking around before at him.“Protecting what’s mine. Listen here, Nicholas.” Ian placed his hands on Nicholas’s shoulders. Nicholas was still seated, but boiling inside. “I don’t know what you did when she was your woman, but now that she’s mine, I have a few rules.” Nicholas’s throat moved on its own. “I do not want her having tea with another man in my absence.”“Okay, you’re being ridiculous,” Fatima said. Even though she liked this, it was exactly what she needed a few days ago to make