Pretend We're Over

I'm not looking for a date. I'm definitely not looking for a husband—just one night of passion. I'm in Vegas, after all. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

So how did I end up with a giant rock on that finger, you ask? Your guess is as good as mine.

Now I'm stuck fake married to the biggest self-centered jerk I've ever met. We agree to keep the charade going for six months to protect our pride and dignity. We have six months to convince everyone we aren't meant to be. Should be eas...