All Chapters of Invisible to her Husband: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Fatima had a wonderful night with Ian. After dinner, which was delicious – Ian had ordered the best chef to prepare it – she and Ian shared an amazing night. Surprising to Fatima, she could have sex with two different men the same day.It was surprising, as Fatima never had this hunger for sex. Nicholas had made sure to train her that one time a day was enough, well, more like one time in two months, and that's for when they used to have sex; the past years were dry. But now she did it twice with different men, and she felt great.The next morning she woke up to Ian leaving for an emergency; he had to leave New York, and she didn't protest to it. In fact, she found this as a chance to reflect on herself.She was married to Ian. What she just did was cheat on him, but well, when she thought of how great she felt, she excused the behaviour as Ian and her not really being married, like their circumstances for getting married were more like a contract despite her now having feelings for h

She ended the call quickly and focused on Leslie, who seemed to be drowning her pain in frozen yogurt.“What exactly happened?” Fatima asked, walking to where Leslie was, she pulled a stool and sat down, sounding and appearing as calm as possible.“We were fine, you know; I shouldn't even be feeling this way. I thought I was just using him…” she sniffed. Now she had tears in her eyes, and Fatima still couldn't believe it.Leslie said she was just with Raphael for revenge, but her crying here meant it was something more.“I understand," Fatima said, just to calm her down, though she didn’t understand what was happening."I'm the one who was supposed to betray him; he sent my father to prison, and this was supposed to be my way to get back at him.”“I know.”"No, you don't. Now my dad is stuck there, and there's no progress at all. I thought to threaten him that if he wanted me back, he needed to release my father. I guess now I have nothing.”"I'm so sorry, Leslie. We'll find another w

When the call with Leslie ended, it returned to Madelyn, who was now worried for her sister.“I've been discharged. Do you want me to come there?” She sounded concerned, and Fatima was honestly confused with her life.One minute she's enemies with her sister and Leslie is by her side; the next she's cool with her sister but enemies with Leslie, like her life didn't make any sense anymore. It stopped making sense the day Nicholas said Leslie's name instead of hers at that altar."I'm okay,” Fatima lied or at least just wanted to be okay.“Listen, they will want to put those two patients on you; you need good publicity not only from my station, as you're my sister and the world would just think I'm defending family.”“What do you want me to do?”"I'll send you a few numbers; make them an offer. They will know how to turn this story around.”“Alright, can I call you later?” Fatima needed to breathe."Of course, sure,” Madelyn agreed, and then the call ended, and Fatima let out one of the

She asked him to accept Leslie's deal, only with a twist: once she went live and corrected herself, telling them how she made up all those lies just to ruin Fatima's reputation, Fatima would then go on an interview and say just how people shouldn't trust her, as she clearly was a manipulative liar.“Wow, this is smart, mhm, you might be more similar to Isabella than I thought.”“Just do it and let me know once you're done,” Fatima said, not having time to correct him that she was nothing like Isabella.The call ended, and Fatima felt in control. Actually, the sense of feeling this manipulative act gave her made her fear she might be becoming Isabella, but she knew herself, and she wasn't Isabella.Then she walked back to the bed, and her earlier conversation with Nicholas played in her head. He had just blamed himself for her mistake and didn't even judge her like the whole world was at the moment.Okay, honestly, she wasn't surprised. Nicholas had always defended her; they had always

She was so lost; Ian asked her to kiss him, and when she did, he pushed her without warning. What the hell was wrong with him?Fatima got to her feet while Ian now started pacing, both hands in his hair as if frustrated.“What was that?” She asked, her voice firm and loud enough, “I could have broken a hip. What the hell is wrong with you?” Her voice picked.“I can't do this.” He answered, still pacing.“Do what?”“I can't stop thinking about it. I just can't. I tried to block it, but the images, I can't. I can't do it, Fatima.” He stopped and finally looked at her. "It's all over the news; you cheated on me.”"No, I didn't.”“Leslie caught you.”"She's trying to get at me. How could you believe her over me?”“I know it might not have happened, but there's always fire where there's smoke.”“I promise, I didn't sleep with Raphael.” That's all Fatima could say.“I don't know. I really can't look at you the same. I saw the way he looked at you and remembered how the two of you worked tog