It seems like a solid plan…
Get hitched, Vegas style.
Lose each other’s numbers, permanently.
Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever.
…Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone.
It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it.
A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake.
Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do… fall in love.