In a clever scheme to ensure her jaded, love-doubting grandson didn’t end up alone, Dex’s grandma left her company to Dex’s…wife. Except he isn’t married.

Until me, that is.

It was supposed to be a simple deal. Play the part for a year, hand the company back over to Dex, then get divorced. Easy. In exchange, I’ll never have to worry about money again.

Now there’s a look in Dex’s eyes I’ve never seen before. Something more than friendly… Because when he calls me “wife” lately, it doesn't seem like it's for show.