Invisible to her Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

She silently tried to calm herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She couldn’t die, not with children who needed her. Once you have kids, you start taking extra care of yourself; otherwise, with everything that had happened lately, Fatima might have put the bullet in her own forehead long ago.“46, 45, 44, 43…” Isabella began counting backward. “Remember, once you choose one, if I catch you with another, I’ll shoot you, no questions asked.”“Isabella, this is—”“42, 41…” She kept going.Fatima found the whole thing absurd, but more than that, she genuinely didn’t know what she’d choose even if forced.Nicholas was the father of her children, she couldn’t just cut him off. Ian… not only had circumstances forced her into his orbit, but he dared her to be her truest, rawest self, and she liked that version of her.Raphael? There was no choice there; she wanted him as far away as possible. And Ryan? Again, someone she wanted in her life, no choice about it, they were like cousins.A

Now Fatima found Raphael’s silence strange. Why would he care at all that she’d had her tubes tied? She decided to probe, not directly, but smartly.“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he said before she could even ask. “See, I just wish you could give Ian a child… then take it away. That would hurt him even more.” He let out a cruel laugh.That admission, dark as it was, somehow relieved Fatima.“Okay, I’m pulling up,” she said. She’d reached the store. As she parked, she spotted Raphael at the entrance, waving excitedly. She shook her head, stepped out, and walked over.“I had no idea you two had a fight. But nice pajamas.”“What?” Fatima looked down at herself and realized she was still in her PJs. “I forgot about that.”“No worries. Come on.” He led her inside. Fortunately, it was a high-end VIP grocery store that didn’t bat an eye at people in sleepwear, or Fatima would’ve had to wait in the car.“I thought you said you cook,” she remarked, noticing most of the food on the shelves w

The lie Fatima had been telling herself was falling apart. She used to think her life was okay as long as her kids were with her. Now that felt like a lie. Nicholas had been a huge part of her life. It was not okay without him.Even when he embarrassed her at their vow renewal by saying another woman’s name. Even when she saw him sleep with another woman. Even when she saw the other woman’s cum dripping down his dick. She still could not imagine life without him. Now she felt that if Isabella won him over and took him away, to Italy or wherever she came from (she wasn’t American), Fatima would feel so empty it would drive her crazy. Right now, she already felt like there was no point to life.What? Was she going to raise these two kids as a single mother? Sure, she respected women who did it. But she had never really thought about it before. All those magazine interviews she did with Nicholas… now she imagined the questions they would ask if she was alone. It made her cry even more.

I’m sure you find it shocking. Leslie and Fatima laughing? But no, this wasn’t the first time. They were not close, but Fatima and Leslie always got along. They had the same sense of humor. Now you understand why Fatima was hurt even more. Leslie acted like a friend, only to betray her.“I wonder if she played my sister too,” Fatima said. She found herself sharing the other story with Leslie.“Trust me, she did. I’m sure your sister went to her. In return, she used the story on you, pretending her crystal ball saw it.”“That’s possible. Gigi has always been around me. Since they work together, it’s possible she tricked my sister into this.”“It is. Just from me, she got 2 million. What about you and the others outside?”“She played us,” Fatima agreed. They laughed again. To them, that money was nothing. Sure, Leslie cared now, her father was in custody, her company’s funds were taken because she was the mayor’s daughter, and she was broke. But any other day, she wouldn’t give a damn.

While Nicholas was in trouble with Isabella, Fatima had her own problems. She had just gotten home from the store. She tried to call Nicholas to ask if he had picked up the kids, but his phone didn’t go through. So she asked Jonathan to do it for her. She had to prepare the dinner. She was cooking for a lot of people, and honestly, she wasn’t a good cook.She left Mrs. Wilson to take out the ingredients while she went to change into casual clothes. Jeans and a T-shirt. She put her hair up in a bun so it would be easy to slip on a chef’s hat. She wanted everything to go well.Yes, she didn’t know if Isabella could cook. Since Isabella was invited, Fatima didn’t want to make any mistakes.Soon she was downstairs, alone in the kitchen with YouTube. She searched for the best dishes to make.“You can make a turkey,” a voice said from the door. It was Ryan.“Ryan.” She quickly walked over and hugged him.“Hi,” he greeted, returning the hug. They hadn’t greeted each other properly the day be