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 easy.I'm sweet, kind, fun Millie.He's cynical, self-absorbed, loner Sebastian.We don't belong together. Convincing everyone we're married is the easy part. Convincing everyone we're over-that's proving more difficult. Convincing myself that we're over is proving hardest yet.I just have to remember that it was all pretend from the start. We were never together. Pretending we're over is just going back to my life before. But what if I don't want to keep pretending?