I went to Vegas to get married and ended up saying “I do” to my fiancé’s brother. My dream wedding in Las Vegas turns into a scandalous nightmare when my fiancé gets married—to another woman. Pregnant, unemployed, and dangerously close to losing a house that was supposed to kickstart my next phase of life, I’m out of options. Until Sullivan, my ex-groom’s black-sheep brother, makes an offer that changes marry him instead. I get to keep the house, he gets to work on his start-up in peace, and we just have to cohabitate for a year. I don’t expect playing house to feel so natural. Or to see Sullivan for who he truly is without baseless comparisons to his brother. I definitely don’t expect to wish I could see what he’s like as a dad beyond our year together. Then there was that one time in the laundry room with him…and in the bathroom…and on the kitchen table. I could go for much more of that. As the calendar pages turn, I’ve been wishing this was the beginning and not the end. But I was let down in the most humiliating way possible. I can’t waste my clover dreams on a man who could devastate my heart worse than before.