Semua Bab Invisible to her Husband: Bab 71 - Bab 80

So this whole time Fatima had been walking around thinking she was divorced, that she was free from Nicholas, and it was all a lie?She didn’t think Nicholas would fake something like that. She thought he was eager to be with Leslie.“I signed the documents,” Fatima said, remembering how long it took to sign all those papers. “The divorce might not be processed yet, but I signed them. That means it’s in process.”“He made the whole courthouse play along,” Ian said.Fatima had flashbacks from that day. How everyone seemed to be on Nicholas’s side. She thought he paid them off. But now that she thought about it, how empty that place was. Courthouses were usually filled with lawyers and people, yet that day it had been strangely quiet.“You’re right,” Fatima swallowed. “I’m still his wife.” She said it like she was only just realizing it.“I don’t even have a copy of the divorce.” She paused. “Hold on. That means he doesn’t have custody of the kids, right?”“I guess,” Ian swallowed uncom

Fatima’s life had truly become unbearable.Bad news had followed bad news, piling up so relentlessly that she no longer had space to breathe between disasters. And the worst part? It didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon, not with the deal she had made with Raphael hanging over her like a silent countdown.Up until a month ago, the only real pain Fatima had ever known was losing her parents. Aside from that, her life had been stable. Predictable. Safe.She had never known betrayal, Nicholas had always seemed loving, devoted.And now?Her sister lay in a hospital bed, motionless. No certainty. No guarantees. No promise that Madelyn would ever walk again.And deep down, Fatima knew, this was her fault.“We will find a doctor, Fatima. Madelyn will walk again,” Ryan said firmly.Fatima quickly wiped at her tears, forcing herself to steady. “Of course,” she replied, her voice softer than she intended. “She will walk again.” She nodded to herself as if repetition could manufacture bel

It was hard dealing with men who were handsome and knew it. And Fatima was about to deal with exactly that.“I didn’t know you would be here,” she said, clearing her throat, the question obvious.“Well, I saw you needed me, and I realized this was dragging my game,” he answered casually. The lawyer nodded in agreement. “Is it done?” Raphael asked him, and he confirmed.“I just got off the phone with the inspector in charge. His release papers are being signed.”“There, honey. Anyone else you want released?” Raphael turned to Fatima.She shook her head and faced the lawyer instead. “What did you mean by news? What news?” She was genuinely interested in that.“The one where Leslie confirmed she’s been having an affair with your husband. It’s trending everywhere.”“That’s impossible.” Fatima shook her head.“Oh, it very much is. Leslie is the one who called me last night to inform me you went to see Nicholas.” Raphael jumped in.“I had to. I’m still his wife.”“Well, good thing it won’t

There in the dark basement were five men dressed in black, with guns in their hands, looking conflicted as they didn't know if they were supposed to hide their weapons, the body, or just let the woman who had obsessed their boss see.On the other hand was Ian himself, sword stuck in hand, blood boiling; his anger was directed at Ashley, as he knew she did this on purpose. Then there was Ashley; she couldn't be happier. She knew Fatima was sensitive; she had done some research that she was a doctor, and doctors hated losing lives; they especially hated those who take others' lives.Then we had Fatima, whose soul had left her body; at that point it was just flesh standing there, next to a headless body. She didn't shout or even say a word; she simply just stared with her mouth open.Finally the silence broke as Ian instructed Ashley to take Fatima away.“I promise she forced me to bring her down here," Ashley lied. “She was threatening to end your relationship.”“I will deal with you la

Fatima had never experienced anything like this in her life. She didn’t need to compare Nicholas out loud, but next to Ian, he felt like he could’ve used lessons. Before Ian even entered her, she’d already squirted three times. And after he did, he only paused for a minute or two before going right back in, hungry and relentless.They ate something quick, barely catching their breath, then dove back into each other. By the fourth round, Fatima was completely spent. Even if she wanted more, her body wouldn’t let her. She was exhausted, sore in the best way, and deeply satisfied.Lying there, she found herself rethinking what people said about older men being better in bed. She’d have to disagree. Younger guys like Ian had the energy, and apparently the skill.At 27, he was dirty in the hottest way, sloppy kisses, the way he sucked on her breasts without hesitation, how he didn’t mind getting tangled in their sex sweat. Nicholas would never. He was always so careful, so traditional, eve