They spent five years perfecting their separation. Now they have to perfect their marriage for an audience. Rita I built a low-contact life around Josh. I had my career, our daughter Willow, and enough distance to convince myself it no longer hurt that he walked away when I needed him most. Now somebody is feeding investors lies about our families’ company, driving them away and threatening everything our fathers built, forcing Josh and me back into the same room to pretend we are happily married. Sarcasm is safer than admitting he can still get under my skin. Josh She shut me out until I didn’t have the strength to try any longer. I gave her the space she wanted. Five years later, she still resents me for it. But the family business needs us on our best behaviour, and I will deliver an award-winning performance if it means saving us from ruin. I thought I could play the part, but it turns out I am nowhere near indifferent to her. But pretending brings back old habits, familiar banter, and the ease of being with the person who once knew them better than anyone. Soon, forgotten moments begin to surface, and the marriage they are pretending to have starts to look a lot like the one they forgot they loved.