<b>Chapter </b>6


    I froze<b>. </b>


    “I’m not keeping my woman in the shadows anymore. And I sure as hell won’t let my kid grow up a bastard.”


    “The divorce papers will be here in a few days.”


    His mouth twisted into a cold smile. “You’ve had your fun, Sage. Time to sign.”


    He grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door, mming it so hard the walls shook.


    This time he was really moving out to the suburbs. To her ce.


    Vera must be over the moon right about now.


    Sure enough, that night my phone lit up with a photo and voice messages.


    There she was in some slutty slip dress, posed next to Camden while he slept. Even in the dim light, his face was crystal


    clear.


    “Thanks for letting me babysit your husband, Mrs. Ashworth.”


    “God, how long has Camden been holding out? He absolutely wrecked me tonight.”


    Then her voice dripped with venom: “Sage, where’s your self–respect? Just sign the damn papers already. Have some dignity for once.”


    Dignity?


    Rich,ing from her.


    I texted back: [Bitch.]


    Then I pulled out my burner phone and recorded every pathetic word,


    The next day at lunch rush, my guy rolled up to Vera’s boutique on a beat–up bike with speakers sting her moaning voice messages for the whole street to hear.


    Vera looked like she’d been hit by a truck.


    Then the stares started, and shepletely lost it–screaming, crying, trying to rip the speakers off while I watched


    from across the street,


    When Camden’s Bentley came screeching up, I was already walking away.


    Camden showed up that night looking like he wanted to strangle me.


    <b>13:26 </b>


    Hell Yeah, Forget the Other Woman, My Smart House Was Cheating On <b>Me</b><b>! </b>


    <b>30.2</b><b>% </b>


    Instead, he just stood there staring for the longest time.


    Finally: “Marcus is back in town.<b>” </b>


    My blood turned to ice.


    He leaned over my chair, caging me in. “You don’t want things to get ugly, do you, Sage?”


    His eyes bored into mine. “For old time’s sake, I’ll protect you. Marcus won’t touch you while I’m around.”


    He straightened up. “All you have to do is show up at tomorrow’s press conference and set the record straight about


    Vera and me.”


    “Your little stunts have been killing our stock price, and now she’s too scared to leave her apartment.”


    I looked up. “Set what straight?”


    Like he was discussing the weather: “Tell them Vera’s your half–sister–dad’s long–lost daughter. Say you got her the job as my assistant. Makes perfect sense I’d look out for my wife’s family.”


    “Just a few words. Easy enough.”


    I wanted to puke.


    But I nodded. “Fine.”


    He looked surprised I’d caved so fast, but didn’t question it.


    “I’ll drive you tomorrow—”


    His phone rang. Vera, of course.


    “Camden, it’s thundering! I’m <i>so </i>scared, pleasee over<b>…</b>”


    “1


    He nced at me, then melted into the phone: “On my way, baby,”


    Grabbed his jacket and paused at the <i>door</i>: “Car will pick you up at nine, I’ll text you the speech–memorize it.”


    <b>Chapter </b><b>7 </b>