The Art of Winning a Marriage: The Scheming Husband's Playbook

“I hit someone with my car,” she said.

“You were framed,” he replied.

“I went to prison,” she said again.

“You were framed for that, too,” he continued.

“Fine!” She took a deep breath. “Even if none of that bothers you, then answer me this: when can we end our agreement to pretend we’re married?”

“Hm?” He finally looked up, frowning as he asked, “Who said our marriage was fake?”