All Chapters of Invisible to her Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tears slowly rolled down Fatima’s cheeks. She hadn’t realized it earlier, but now she saw it clearly, she had trusted Ian more than she should have. Knowing that he might have told Nicholas everything, even after she asked him not to, made her feel deeply betrayed.This had always been her problem. Once a man showed interest and said a few sweet words, she trusted him instantly. That’s what happened with Nicholas, look at where it had brought her. She couldn’t even recognize her own life anymore. And now Ian… what had made her think she could trust him? A player like him! He had promised to bring her phone within an hour. It had been more than seven hours, and not even a phone call.“I didn’t sleep with Ian,” Fatima said quietly.“And I’m supposed to believe you?”“You’re not taking my kids, Nicholas. I won’t allow it.”“Well, baby,” he stopped and looked at her seriously. “You forget who has the most connections between us.”Fatima wanted to scream that she didn’t sleep with Ian agai

The young woman quickly covered herself once Fatima really looked at her. She was young, yes, but clearly an adult. Fear washed over her face as reality sank in. She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly who the woman standing there was, the wife. She had seen them online before. Everyone had. Nicholas Ashford and his perfect wife.When she agreed to come here, she already knew he was married. That hadn’t been hidden from her. But he had promised her a large amount of money, five hundred thousand. Half a million. To her, that money meant freedom, meant problems disappearing overnight. Half a million just to fuck him once was an offer she wasn’t about to turn down.“Don’t worry yourself, baby. That’s just my boring wife,” Nicholas said casually as he walked to his desk, picked up the bottle of whiskey, and took a long drink. “She can be annoying sometimes.”He noticed the way the girl’s hands shook as she pulled her clothes back on.“But she’s harmless,” he added, almost amused. “In fact, we

On her way, she thought of names. Obviously, she couldn’t just disappear on Nicholas, she knew him too well. He loved his kids more than anything and would turn the world upside down to find them. If she was going to do this, she had to be smart. She had to do it right. “Georgia is too obvious,” she muttered to herself. She couldn’t stay there; Nicholas would find her within a day. After all, it was where they had spent most holidays and vacations. “He knows LA would be my choice,” she continued, thinking aloud. By the time she neared the school, she had decided her best option was to leave America entirely, maybe Australia or Canada. She even considered China. Then her car was stopped at the school gate. “Identity,” the guard demanded. Fatima quickly reached for her card. “Mrs…” she cleared her throat, “Ms. Bennett,” she corrected herself. The divorce was already in process, and soon she would be back to her family name. “It says here you’re Mrs. Ashford,” the guard replied. It

Fatima didn’t need all this drama. Maybe if she just sat with Ian and made it clear she wasn’t interested, he would finally leave her alone, so she asked him to follow her.“I had no idea your family owned a museum,” Ian said as he looked around, taking in the estate, it was deliberately hidden, meant to stay off maps for a reason. “Can I get a tour?”“I’m sure you didn’t come for a tour,” Fatima replied, rolling her eyes.“True, but who doesn’t like surprises?”“Please, sit down,” she said as they reached one of the outdoor tables set up on the grass. “Would you like a glass of water?” she asked, pushing her hair away from her face as a light breeze passed.“A bottle would do,” Ian said, taking a seat while Fatima called one of the servants over and asked for water. “So, I heard about the divorce,” he added, and of course he had, he could walk into any place and demand answers, all it ever took was a wink, his charm worked effortlessly on both men and women. “How are you holding up?”

Nicholas walked back to his seat, running a hand through his hair. He was just about to sit when a call came in. It was his source.“I swear, if it’s bad news, I’m deducting your pay,” he warned as he picked up. This whole situation was humiliating to him, his ex-wife, whom he had barely divorced, getting with his friend just days later. That was something he would never allow.“I see Mr. Kingston leaving,” his source reported.Nicholas chuckled, a cold smile forming. Fatima was still threatened by him. “I knew the kids would keep her in line,” he muttered more to himself.When the man asked what he wanted him to do, Nicholas told him to stay put and wait for orders. “Fatima might require security soon, so make sure you’re one of the guards,” he said, fully intending to keep spying on her. He knew Fatima was smart, she would eventually figure out someone on the inside was working for him.“I already planted evidence on another guard.”“Smart move. Now stay close, but not too close.”“