All Chapters of She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

(Lily – age six)I'm six today, which is the best age, and I'd know, because I've been all the other ones.There are nineteen people at my party, a dog that isn't ours, and a cake shaped like a horse, even though I asked for a real horse.Mommy said the cake was the compromise.I don't really know what a compromise is, but she gives me a lot of them.Auntie Sonia gave me a tiara that's real, she says.Real means I'm not allowed to wear it in the bath.Great grandpa Elias isn’t here, but he sent an envelope, which is the most boring present in the world, except Mom's face when I opened it said it wasn't boring at all.She said something about shares and grandpa being too generous, but I don’t really care about that.I wish he was at the party to be all scowly at everyone laughing and being loud.Daddy thinks he’s scary, but he’s silly.There's a kid here I don't know who keeps crying near the bouncy castle. I hope his mommy comes to get him soon because I don’t want crying at my birthd

(Natasha)"This is a bowling alley," Chase says, stopping just inside the door."Nothing gets past you.""I can see that it's a bowling alley. I'm asking why we're standing in one.""Because it's my turn to plan, and I planned this. Go rent your shoes."He looks at the rental counter like it's a hostile witness."I don't rent shoes. I don't know where they've been.""That's the entire charm. Hundreds of strangers' feet. Very grounding."He rents the shoes.Red and green, comically large.He stares down at his own feet like they've personally betrayed him, and I take a photo before he can stop me."Delete that.""Absolutely not."He's bad at this.Historically bad.He gutters the first two and stands there like the lane insulted his mother."The floor's slanted," he says."It isn't.""Something's slanted."By the fourth frame he throws hard enough that a kid two lanes over claps.Chase half-turns to say something to him, then catches himself and doesn't."You're allowed to talk to peop

(Nathanial)Julian opens the door in a dinner jacket at four in the afternoon and says, "If you've brought a casserole, I'm calling the police."I didn't bring a casserole. I brought myself, which is worse, because a casserole you can put in the fridge and ignore.Nat would've come with me if I asked her.She's better at him than I am in spite of the fact that Julian and I grew up together.But somebody decided it should be me, and that somebody was me.His place looks like a spread in a Better Homes & Gardens, focused on how to best organize your space.Which is the first thing that's wrong.Julian loves acquiring things and then losing interest, which is why every room he occupies inevitably starts looking like a high-end boutique stuffed full of trinkets you have to wade through.This one's been cleaned into the corners.Every cushion karate-chopped.Nothing of Taylor's anywhere I can see, which means he's either thrown it all out or put it somewhere he never has to look.He missed

(Natasha)Elijah shows up with his bag slung over his shoulder and a scuffed, well-used soccer ball in one hand."You're early," I say."Practice ran short."He toes his shoes off without looking at me."Where's the squid?"It takes me a second."Lily?""Yeah. She grabs with everything. Hands, feet, whatever's closest. Squid."He's already heading for the living room like the rest of the house is just geography now, not worthy of his attention.Lily's on the rug, cruising around the coffee table on two fat fists.The second she sees him she squeals in delight and pushes herself up with great determination.She sways a little before finding her balance, then she just stands there, grinning like she's daring gravity to try something."E-li," she announces, to the room in general.Elijah stops dead."She said my name."Her vocabulary has been steadily expanding, mama and dada are old news by now, but Eli is new.I wish Chase had been in the room to hear it.“She obviously likes you,” I t

(Chase)She tells me while we’re doing the dishes.Not over dinner, while we’re sitting down and I can look her in the eyes.Not with any kind of run-up or warning.That’s how I know she is very aware that this is not going to go over well.She's got her hands in soapy water and her back half to me when she says, "I’ve been offered a CEO position. I start in two months," like she's telling me the dry cleaning's ready.I put the glass down before I drop it."That’s wonderful. You deserve it. Where?""Doheny Asset Management."I know the name.Big. Old money, the kind that doesn't need to advertise.Not quite as large as Warren Global, but being offered the position as CEO at Natasha’s age is a huge achievement.I start fitting the pieces together before I know I’ve started.I always do.And they make a picture I don’t like the look of."Doheny's based in San Francisco.""Yes."She doesn't stop washing the same plate she's been washing for longer than a plate needs washing."When did th