บททั้งหมดของ Invisible to her Husband: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Now, it wasn’t the first time Fatima was seeing this. She had seen Leslie riding him before. She had seen them together last time. But it wasn’t like this. Last time, she hadn’t seen his cock covered in Leslie’s liquid. She hadn’t seen it dripping like that. And that image did something ugly to her mind. It made her realize that Nicholas had probably come home like that before. Filled with Leslie’s cum. Maybe without even showering. Maybe climbing into bed with her like nothing happened. Putting it in her. The thought made her stomach twist. Wave was two. Their affair had started three years ago. Which meant the number of times this could have happened was countless. And this wasn’t even the beginning. Years ago, she had suspected him of cheating. She had been pregnant with Wave then, emotional, sensitive. That same week, it had been all over the news, Nicholas spotted in a club in Georgia with another woman, appearing very intimate. It had hit her so hard she ended up in the

They kissed last night, and it wasn’t just a kiss, but they touched. She remembered leading his hand down her back, how they had completely lost themselves in each other. It was mostly the vodka, but from the memories, Fatima could tell she had enjoyed it, and that was the most painful part.Immediately she snapped her eyes open, only to realise Ian was gone. Before she could rush back inside to make sure he wasn’t with Nicholas, she saw his car just in time as it left the yard. She let out a sigh, relieved he hadn’t seen that; otherwise, he would think she was entertaining his flirtation.She got in her car and drove straight to work, dialing her lawyer’s contact from the phone book she always kept in her car.“I'll handle it, Fatima. Go about your day, let me do my job,” her lawyer said calmly. She thanked him and ended the call.Soon, Fatima arrived at Oakwood Medical. After parking, she walked right in, and as always, the nurses who had been relaxing immediately scrambled to work

The woman whose name was still unknown in the room refused to back down. Instead, she kept demanding that Nicholas move out of her way so she could teach Fatima a lesson, and Nicholas wasn’t giving in either.“You’re not touching my wife, and if you don’t leave in about a minute, I’ll throw you out of here myself.”“Okay, what you’re not getting is that your wife has been lying to you. Ask her whose phone she has right now.” Realising there was no way he was moving, and knowing he was clearly stronger than her, the woman tried a different approach. “If you’re really her husband, then you shouldn’t be standing in my way right now.”Fatima still stood where she was. Security hadn’t been called, obviously, this kind of scene could easily end up online. And no, Fatima wasn’t afraid of confrontation, but in that moment she understood the woman. If she really was Ian’s fiancé, then she was hurt. Experiencing the same thing Fatima was. For a brief second, Fatima even understood the urge to f

Fatima wasn’t only about to lose her marriage, her career was going down with it. Yes, the Mayor had that kind of power.“You have until the end of the week to finalize the divorce,” her boss said. “That’s according to the Mayor.”Fatima nodded. Even if she told him she wasn’t at fault, it wouldn’t matter. He’d just talk about connections and politics. She didn’t bother reminding him how they’d used her name whenever donations were needed. How hospitals filled rooms just because Fatima Ashford was there. How she saved lives, raised money, and made them look good.“I’m really sorry,” he added. “You know how these things work.”She heard it for what it was, an apology with no power behind it.“I’m guessing he also asked that you let me go with a bad recommendation?” she asked calmly.Her boss hesitated. “I’m sorry. And you can take a few days off to figure things out.” Then, lower, “But don’t try going to court. You know how these people are.” That part angered her. Not the threat, the

Okay, he was the one who messed up, and now he hadn’t even been careful?Anger flashed through Fatima as the realization hit her. How careless could Nicholas be? Now their daughter was asking questions, questions no child should ever have to ask. And how was she supposed to explain something like this to a little girl who had only ever known her parents happy?Fatima was tongue-tied. She had no idea what to tell her daughter, no idea how to explain why Leslie had kissed her father on the lips. The children had always known Leslie as their aunt. Bonnie was old enough to understand the difference between a friendly kiss on the cheek and what she had seen. That made it worse. Much worse.“And she slept at our house last night,” Bonnie continued, her voice innocent but relentless. “Mama, where did you sleep?”The questions piled up, one after the other. Fatima quickly finished cleaning her daughter’s mouth, then glanced at Wave, who was completely absorbed in his own little world. Making