Invisible to her Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

But no matter how hard he tried, Fatima had just run out on him, and he needed to know if she was okay. He walked to the door and started banging on it, asking if she was all right. From outside, he could hear her sobbing.“You didn’t have to do this. I’m so sorry,” he said, figuring maybe he’d put too much pressure on her by suggesting this crazy idea. He wasn’t about to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, even if it was his fantasy.“Can you please open the door?” he asked. “We can do it your way… or not at all. Though I’m really so horny right now my balls are gonna turn blue if I don’t get some.” He said it half-joking, but there was no response.Ian looked down at his dick and muttered, “Not now, okay?” He hoped it listened and stopped throbbing like it was inside. Then he turned his attention back to the door.This time Fatima opened it. There were little drops of water on her face, tears, maybe, or she’d splashed her face.Ian stepped inside while Fatima walked over to the

Snapping out of it, Fatima rushed to her phone. Standing over Ian’s unconscious body, she called Raphael. He picked up right away.“Now go to the computer,” he said, already knowing she’d done it.Fatima didn’t argue. She hurried out to the office and sat in front of the computer. To her surprise, it wasn’t locked.“Okay, what do you want me to do?” she asked, just wanting to get it over with.Raphael told her he’d pull all the information himself, he just needed her to install his spy app. She followed his instructions step by step, so mechanically that for a second she wondered if this was really her life now.A moment later, Raphael confirmed he was in. Whatever that meant, Fatima had no clue.“Good girl. For this, I’ll leave you alone for a week,” he said.Before she could beg him to let her sister go, the call ended. Fatima took a few deep, shaky breaths, suddenly remembering Ian was still lying unconscious on the floor.She almost headed back to the suite when she thought of her

Fatima didn’t sleep at all that night after the call with Nicholas. It wasn’t that she wanted him back, she wasn’t even sure how she felt about that anymore, but the thought of Leslie getting that kind of power as his wife made her stomach twist.Leslie had shown her true colors, and handing her that much influence over Nicholas was going to make everything so much worse.She closed her eyes, but sleep refused to come. Nicholas wasn’t just planning a quick wedding, he’d hung up on her mid-conversation. That was new. He’d never done that when things were good between them.“What the…” Ian groaned, struggling to sit up. Fatima snapped her eyes shut instantly. “Love?” he called softly.She waited until the third time he said it before murmuring a sleepy response, faking that she’d just woken up.“Oh shit.” She bolted upright. “I’m late.”Ian stood too, wincing, one hand pressed to the side of his pounding head. “Late for what?”“I need to drive the kids to school.” It wasn’t a total lie,

You know that awkward moment when you wish the earth would just open up and swallow you whole? Yeah, that was Fatima right now. She glanced down at the floor anyway, solid, unyielding. No luck.“Ian,” she said, because she had nothing else.“You don’t want your ex-husband marrying another woman.” He meant it as a question, but it came out flat, like he was saying it aloud to make himself believe it.“That’s not what I meant,” Fatima tried.“She’s right,” a voice cut in before Ian could respond.It was Leslie, standing at the corner, one hand gripping the wall like she couldn’t stand on her own.“What?” Ian and Nicholas asked at the same time. Of all people, Leslie defending her made zero sense.“She’s a woman. I’d feel the same way,” Leslie said, sounding almost reasonable but Fatima rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying—ow!” She winced suddenly, clutching her side. Nicholas rushed to her in an instant.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice full of concern. “Okay, you need to rest,” he decided,

An officer who seemed to be in charge stepped in just as the others dragged Ryan away. Blood was pouring from his face, he needed medical attention fast. Fatima stayed seated, watching it all in stunned silence until the room emptied. Soon it was just her and the man in charge.He introduced himself as the detective. Yep, back in the same interrogation chair, same room, same pressure. But like last time, she already had her lies lined up.“Mrs. Kingston, I’m told you were here just a day ago?” the detective asked.“Willingly, yes,” Fatima replied. Even cornered, she knew how to sound calm and professional. She couldn’t afford to get locked up, not when her stories were starting to unravel.“Noted. Last time you were here, you told us Ryan was behind your sister’s disappearance. Keep in mind Ryan had already reported you as the culprit before you turned around and implicated him. And now you’re saying he’s innocent? Your story doesn’t add up.”“I’m aware,” Fatima admitted quietly.“Lis