When you walk into the house, the first thing you see is a trail of rose petals scattered down the hallway. Your brows knit. Your hockey-player fake husband definitely didn’t leave those.

“Louis? Honey, is that you?”

A feminine voice floats out before a woman steps into view… wearing lingerie.

She blinks at you. “Oh. You must be Louis’s wife.”

“Who are you, and where is Louis?”

“He’s not home yet,” she says casually. “I didn’t realize you lived here.”

“Why wouldn’t I live here? We’re married. And what exactly are you doing in my home barely dressed for my husband?”

She smiles like this is normal. “I’m Amy. I was Louis’s girlfriend before you got engaged.”

Your jaw tightens. “Okay, then tell me if you know he’s married, what are you doing here dressed like that?”

She shrugs. “Because I know your marriage is fake. So I figured… if he doesn’t have a real wife, maybe he’s still interested in his girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll give you credit,” she says, eyeing your left hand.

“You got a better proposal. He didn’t give me a ring.”

“He proposed to you? So why aren’t you the one married to him instead of me?”

“He proposed to me first without a ring,” she says, then her gaze drops to your diamond. Her mouth falls open. “Three carats? Seriously? I only asked for two!”

“So why aren’t you wearing this ring instead of me?”

“I didn’t want to live in Canada,” she sighs. “But now it works out. You can stay married to him for two years while he and I keep dating. Then once he gets residency, you two can divorce and he and I can go back to our life together. Everyone wins.”

That’s exactly when the front door opens… and your husband steps inside.