Chapter 2: My Fake Husband

                                    

                                          
"I'm sorry?" 
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
I keep waiting for him to burst out laughing and yell, "Got ya!" but it doesn't happen, so I start to get nervous.
"You want me... to be your wife?" I stutter, still in shock. My body can't move from the spot as my mind tries to proces this.
"Fake wife." He corrects me.
"Right. You're going to have to elaborate on that."
Jackson sighs like he can't believe he's having this conversation right now.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦?
He crosses his arms and looks at me.
"Something happened in Las Vegas." 
"What happend?" I ask curiously.
"I got married." He spits it out.
I try to think of a response as my mind still tries to proces this.
𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴?
"How drunk were you? I ask. " I didn't take you for a heavy drinker."
"Apparently I got very drunk even though I only remember having two glasses of champagne." He explains. "Everything about that night is kind of fuzzy. But I do remember being wed by an ordained fake Elvis in a pink, fluffy suit. And now, my new wife is suing me for everything I own."
I gape at him. Regret is plastered all over Jackson's face and I can't help but feel a bit sorry for him. 
Jackson closes his eyes, sighs and slumps back into his chair. A realization dawns on me.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
I realise there is still a piece of information that he hasn't given me yet.
"So... what does this have to do with me?" I ask.
"A lot actually. To make the marriage invalid, I need to prove that I'm already married."
I take a step back and glare at him.
"I can't do that. Isn't that illegal?"
Jackson shrugs like he doesn't have a care in the world.
"I'm serious, Jackson." I warn him, but he doesn't seem to care.