married for show
"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?"
James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world."
"It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show."
Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.