My wedding to Prince Charming is interrupted with accusations that it’s a sham. It is, but we both hold tight to the story that we’re marrying for love. I don’t have to fake it, but I’m not so sure about my husband. As I play the waiting game for him to return home from training camp, I start to find my niche with the wives of his pro football teammates. But our marriage contract is only valid for one year. If it’s all just for show, why do I feel a little sad at the thought of losing this new club I’m part of... and why does my heart leap into my throat every time my husband takes the field?