When you arrive home to see rose petals scattered down the hall... but your hockey player fake husband didn't leave them there.

“Kenzo. Honey, is that you?"

A feminine voice calls out before a woman appears wearing lingerie.

"Oh, you must be Kenzo’s wife."

"Who are you, and where is Kenzo?"

"He's not home yet. I didn't realize you lived here."

"Why wouldn't I live here? We're married. And what are you doing here, barely dressed for my husband?"

"I'm Amelia. I was Kenzo’s girlfriend before you got engaged."

"Ok, then, if you know he's married, what the hell are you doing coming into our home dressed like that?"

"Because I know it's fake between you two, so I figured he might be interested in a girlfriend if he doesn't have a real wife."

"Excuse me?"

"I have to give it to you, though. You made out with a better proposal. He didn't propose to me with a ring."

"He proposed to you? Why aren't you the one married to him instead of me?"

"He proposed to me first but without a ring."

That's when her eyes zoom in on my ring, and she whines that I got a three- carat diamond when she only asked for two carats.

"So then, why are you not wearing this ring instead of me?"

"I didn't want to live in Canada. But now you can stay married to him for two years while he and I still date. Then, when he becomes a resident, you two can get divorced and he and I can go back to our life together. Everyone wins."

That's when my husband arrives home.