The Convenient Mr and Mrs Mistake

Willa Jameson has spent decades as my best friend's little sister and my personal nemesis, so becoming her husband was never part of the plan.

She showed up at my bar drunk, heartbroken, and out of options to save the family farm, and I offered a marriage of convenience that was supposed to stay simple.

Instead we are under one roof, sharing a too-small bed, and risking the law with a union that exists only on paper.

Our arguments keep turning into rehearsed kisses she insists mean nothing, yet we cannot stop crossing every boundary we set.

She still calls me her temporary husband, even as the pretense starts to feel like a life I want to keep.

I meant to help her and then let go, but I am no longer sure I can do either.