All Chapters of My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

~Delia~I read the article three times.The first time I was furious. Katia had taken our family — my family, the Kensingtons, people who had worked for generations to build something respectable — and laid them out in a national magazine like evidence at a trial. A twenty-year-old thrown out while pregnant. A family that didn't know their grandson's middle name. She had made them sound like monsters.She had made them sound exactly like what they were, which was the most infuriating part.The second time I read it, I was looking for ammunition. Something I could use. Something she had said that crossed a line or misrepresented something. There was nothing. She had been precise and careful, and everything she had said was technically true and technically devastating, and there was no angle from which to attack it without confirming it.The third time I read it, I saw the ring.I was scrolling through the photographs – her at the desk, her by the car, her and Aiden side by side in his

~Katia~I did not tell Sam where I was going because I know me telling her would make this whole thing look unprofessional, which, of course, it was unprofessional because I have been seeing my sister's husband's dick for the past year and I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me like he meant it and probably forget about Delia.Hell, I didn't like this version of me. Trying to snatch my sister's husband because apparently he had a good dick! Argh, fuck Katia! Focus!I did not schedule anything or prepare anything or think through what I was going to say before I said it. I just got in the car at six forty-five PM and drove to the WEG building and took the elevator to Julian's floor and walked past his assistant, who looked up and started to say something, and I said, "It's fine" and kept walking.His office door was open.He was at his desk. He looked up when I walked in, and the surprise was genuine — not dramatic, just the slight adjustment of a man who had not expected this particular vi

~Delia~I heard the front door at midnight.I had just gotten back myself, coat still on, bag still on my shoulder, when the door opened behind me. I had barely stepped inside when I heard his key in the lock.I moved to the stairs immediately.I had been out all evening. I did not know where Julian had been, and he did not know where I had been, and that was the absurdity of this arrangement, two people living in the same enormous house who had no idea what the other was doing on any given night. I had come home at midnight expecting an empty entrance hall, and instead I was getting Julian Windsor walking through the front door looking like a man who had spent his evening doing exactly what he wanted and felt perfectly good about it.He was in the entrance hall. Jacket on, keys in hand, he had the look of a man who had been somewhere that had cost him nothing emotionally and was perfectly content about it. He saw me at the top of the stairs, and his expression did not change.I put

~Delia~I drove to Brooklyn on autopilot.Not Katia's Brooklyn. The Kensington family home, where Mama would be awake by five because Mama was always awake by five. The woman ran on a schedule that predated electricity, and she was not going to change it for anyone.The gate opened when I entered the code. The house was lit in the kitchen only.I walked in.She was at the kitchen table with her tea and her reading glasses. She looked at me—at the redness on my cheek, at my clothes still the same ones from last night, at the bag strap twisted on my shoulder—and raised her eyebrow."Why are you here this early?" she said. "You left your husband in bed alone?""Not you again, Mother!"It came out louder than I intended. Mama blinked. I pulled out a chair and sat down heavily."I have had enough eyebrows raised at me for one night," I said. "Julian, that assistant of Katia's, and now you. I cannot take another eyebrow."Mama set her tea down. "What happened?"I told her."I got home at mi

~Gail~I had Aiden's school bag on my shoulder and his hand in mine, and we were halfway to the front door when the car pulled up.I stopped.Julian got out.Yesterday's clothes. No tie. The look of a man who had not slept and had driven here anyway. He walked toward us, and Aiden saw him before I could say anything.He dropped my hand."Dad!"That word hit me before I understood it.Aiden said it the way he said everything — simply, directly, like it was already settled — and then he ran. Full speed across the gravel in his school shoes.Julian crouched down and caught him. Held on. Aiden's arms went around his neck, and for a moment neither of them moved, and I stood at the front door with the school bag on my shoulder and my mouth open and absolutely no idea what I was looking at.Julian stood. He looked at me over Aiden's head."Julian," I said. "What is happening right now?""Morning, Gail," he said."Do not morning-Gail me," I said. "Did he just call you Dad?""Yes," Aiden said,