Hailey's POV

Every time I ask that "what could possibly go wrong?" question, the universe shows me a shit ton of things that could.

"What?!" I shout into the phone, my frustration burning hot.

I don't know why I keep agreeing to him, even when he keeps screwing things up.

'Why do I keep doing this to myself?'

"The marriage wasn't fake, Hailey," he says, exasperation dripping from his tone. But I don't give a flying fuck about how frustrated he is right now. He caused it. "My lawyer messed up the deal. Instead of us signing a fake agreement, we actually got legally married by contract," he hesitates, like...