It seems like a solid plan... - Get hitched, Vegas-style. - Lose each other's numbers, permanently. - Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone. It's what we agreed to. But I don't like it. A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake. Only now, I'm not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn't do...fall in love.