Chapter 1 Once again , I'd landed Camden's precious little girlfriend in the hospital . This time , he didn't pull his usual routine - rushing back from whatever business trip to smooth - talk me into backing down and sweep everything under the rug . Instead , he FaceTimed me . " Next month's her birthday . I promised I'd marry her before I hit thirty . " " You've been throwing your tantrums long enough , Sage . " Message received : quit screwing with them , time to divorce . I stared at the disaster zone that used to be our lovable living room - a bitter laugh bubbled up . " Not happening , asshole ! " I hung up the phone . Then went straight to that bitch's new restaurant and trashed the whole damn place . You think you can just have your fun and walk away ? Sorry babe , now sit back and enjoy MY fucking show ! Camden Ashworth and I had been married for six years . He'd been keeping his little pet for five of them . The whole thing was almost laughable . Almost . We were Malibu royalty - the kind of power couple that ended up in Vanity Fair spreads about " America's Most Influential Young Elite . " But barely one year into our fairy tale marriage , Camden cheated on me . And this chick ? Three years older than him . A culinary school dropout running some hipster gastropub in Silver Lake . When I first found out , I'd rolled up to her little farm - to - table joint with my girls . We redecorated the place with flying dishware . Quickly , Camden showed up . But he didn't rush to comfort his sobbing little side piece first . His eyes found me . Exhaustion . Disappointment . " Sage , enough with the drama . " 10:27 Who Needs a Divorce Lawyer When You OWN the Company ? Honey You Are FIRED ! 6.39 % Chapter 1 I couldn't process it . How was I losing to some wannabe food blogger with a nose piercing ? " I had this brutal acid reflux attack after that merger dinner . Thought I was dying . You were already crashed out from your girls ' trip , didn't want to wake you ... She saw me hunched over in the parking lot . Brought me homemade bone soup . Stayed up making sure I was okay ." Something flickered in Camden's eyes that I hadn't seen since long before . " First time anyone's made me soup . " Camden had networked and glad - handed his way to the C - suite . All those client dinners had turned his stomach into a battlefield . But seriously ? He got swept away by bone soup ? Our live - in chef had been making him custom anti - inflammatory smoothies every morning for years - recipes I'd gotten from that wellness guru in Tulum , the one with the six - month waiting list . Six years of that , and it meant less than one jar of hipster soup from his side piece ?