All Chapters of She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

(Natasha)"You can't leave that there.""It’s my office, I can do what I want.""It's blocking the door.""It's not blocking the door. It's near the door. Also. My door."The woman from the food importers three units down has her hands on her hips and half a pallet of something behind her, and she is not going to let this go."There's a sign on that door that people need to see.""There's a sign on every door on this floor. It's an office building.""Just move the tree. I’ll help you."My eyes prickle and I shove that nonsense down hard.“Fine. Thank you.”We move the tree.It takes both of us and it goes about as well as it went on Tuesday, which is to say soil comes out of it again and neither of us is dressed for this.We get it back into the lobby, upright, against the wall, minus the branch it lost on Tuesday and now a second one.She looks at it with her hands back on her hips."This tree is going to die.""It'll be fine. Trimming is good for trees.""Having branches snapped off

(Julian)The woman behind the counter wants three forms of proof that I'm me and one that Taylor was my wife."The marriage license does both, surely.""We still need photo ID.""You've got my face in front of you and my name next to hers. One of us is easy to verify."She doesn't laugh. I suppose bank people are trained not to.I slide the drawer across.The whole drawer.I brought it the way you'd bring a body as proof that someone was dead.She eyes me likes she’s considering calling security, then sighs and scratches around until she’s found everything she needs.She checks each page against a screen and takes her time about it, probably out of spite.There’s definitely a version of me who’d make a scene about it, but I've decided he doesn't get to come today."This way, Mr. Morton," she finally says.It's a small room built for exactly this and nothing else. A square table, two chairs and a wall of little steel doors.She fits her key. I fit mine.Taylor's, technically.Brass, th

(Natasha)"You told my dispatcher you were from the insurance company.""She looked busy. It was easier than trying to convince her to let me in to see you."Fran's half out of her chair behind the desk, a pen still in her hand."You can't keep doing this to me," she says. "Turning up.""This is the first time I've turned up without being invited."I put my bag down on the visitor's chair."All I’m asking for is ten minutes of your time and for you to listen to what I have to say. Then I'm gone and you never have to be polite to me again."She sits back down.I put the folder on the desk in front of her.One page and a phone number."Halloran Freight. Family company, their head office is out past the airport. They've bought four carriers in eighteen months, all of them your size or smaller.""I know the name.""Then you know what people say about them. Every driver kept his job. All four times. They don't buy companies to strip them. They buy them to run them."She doesn't touch the f

(Natasha)"No, Tuesday doesn't work for her, she has a delivery. Wednesday morning. She'll bring the lease and the photographs of the damp."Priya is at her desk, on the phone, with her sleeves pushed up, and there's a white bakery box sitting open on mine.She holds up one finger at me as I enter.A finger.At me.In my own office."Wednesday. Lovely. She'll see you then."She hangs up."Morning. The landlord finally got a lawyer. A bad one, which is lucky. He just called about the importer lady’s contract. Apparently you offered to help her.""You don't work here.""The eclairs are from the good place. I got extra because I assumed you'd be difficult about this.""Priya. You resigned. To go and work at Doheny.""And yet the locks were never changed. Sloppy, honestly. I'd fire whoever handles security, except that's also me."I put my bag down slowly, because if my hands have something to do, my voice might stay level.It doesn't."Kastner sat in that chair yesterday and told me ever

(Mason)"That's not Maya's bag.""No."Chloe sets it down inside my front door."Maya's at Natasha's until tomorrow. With her own overnight bag. This one's mine."I look at the bag.I look at her.She's wearing the zipper dress and she's watching me put it together, doing nothing to help, because watching me put it together is clearly the fun part."How long have you been planning this?"Nobody with a baby decides things on the spur of the moment."For eleven days. Bryce said this week's favorable, and for once my gut and the stars agree, so."She steps through the door and puts her bag down next to the table in the entryway."Sit down, Mason. It's my turn to say things and you're going to let me finish."I obey without question, sinking down onto the sofa.She stays standing. No phone. No notes app."Aren't you going to read it to me this time?""No. I know this one off by heart and I’m not nervous because it’s what the universe wants."My heart's beating hard enough that she can pro