About the book: year / To marry a man I barely know in order to save my family from ruin. Everything could have been simple if my fiancé had been someone else. On our wedding day, my future husband arrived at the courthouse looking as gloomy as the dark cloud hanging over Manhattan. Walt didn't smile or offer pleasantries as we exchanged empty vows in front of the judge. His contempt for me was so palpable that I assumed that after the ceremony we would separate like ships at sea. But then fate said: “Hold my beer, I have other plans.” I desperately needed help, so I had no choice but to ignore the most important rule in our contract, which stated that “I will only contact Mr. Jennings II when absolutely necessary.” But hey, what's the fine print when it comes to spouses? It turns out Walt is a sucker for legalese—I think it might be his love language. Oh, and his behavior in the courthouse wasn't an act. My so-called husband is an asshole. He takes what he wants without considering the wishes of other people - especially MY, his blushing, contracted wife! I knew that life with Walt would not be sweet, but a marriage of any kind should still come with a few standard guarantees: To be there and to protect. In wealth and poverty. In sickness and in health. But after experiencing what Walt believed was marital bliss, I say let's forget about all this love crap and just get to the 'till death do us part part.».