Megan Montgomery

What does a self-respecting socialite do when she finds her husband screwing his secretary... on her dining room table?

She gets petty revenge a 'la Louisville Slugger, then she heads home, straightens her tiara, and pretends her perfect life isn't in ruins.

Until she can't pretend anymore.

Then she pulls on her big girl panties, slips out of her Louboutins and into her Nikes and gets a job for the first time in her life.

Crap.

Marcus Macchio

Fifteen years ago, Marc was the poor kid with nothing to his name. He was working hard, and as a side benefit, got to serve the prettiest princess at the local country club while she shot glares at his back—it didn't matter to him whether they were death glares or gazes of adoration, she watched him walk away.

She watched every time.

Now Marc and Meg are grown, and she's the one wearing an apron and serving up meals.

Oh how the tables have turned.

What's a bowl of poisoned soup between friends?

She wouldn't actually kill him... right?