It was a modern take on an arranged marriage that was supposed to lead to my happily ever after. The rules were simple: 1. Marry a complete stranger chosen for you by professionals. 2. Live together as man and wife for eight weeks while cameras record your every move. 3. Make a decision to stay together or get a divorce. Call me crazy, but I had complete faith in the process, until I saw who was waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Austin James has never met me, but that doesn't mean I don't know him. With no other choice, I say my vows and pray I can make it through the next eight weeks. Then I'll leave. What connects us is my best kept secret, and I'll protect it at all costs even if that means walking away from the only person I've ever cared about.