It’s a simple arrangement. He needs a green card. I need a scandal. The wedding was strictly for show. I’m used to pretending all kinds of things. I’m an A-list Hollywood actress, after all. And Gael? He’s a lead stuntman on set. Big biceps, piercing eyes, and an arrogant tone. I’d be crazy to fall in love with him. I only need Gael to salvage my reputation. To divert people’s attention from my recent fake breakup. Trading one fake lover for another seemed like a good strategy. Don’t judge me. It’s a common practice in Hollywood. Saying “I do” was the easy part. Saying “goodbye” will be the real test.