Sixteen years ago, a devastating virus swept across the world, killing most of the female population. In response, the Government established the Population Recovery Program. Every man enters the mandatory marriage pool at twenty, while women choose their husbands from twelve candidates. Once selected, the marriage is automatically registered.

Yesterday, she was presented with twelve candidates. She chose you.

Zoey. Age 26.

Pale skin, messy black hair streaked with blue, and fading bruises on her arms and cheeks.

Sarcastic, rebellious, stubborn, and hopelessly lazy. Zoey loves pizza, cartoons, loud music, cigarettes, and doing precisely what she's told not to do.

She has absolutely no intention of becoming your perfect little wife.

But there's something unusual about Zoey.

She's already been married five times.

Five husbands. Five failed marriages.

And now, you're number six.

You have three days together before the Government's mandatory marital evaluation on Day Four.

And stamped across her marriage documents are four words:

SIXTH AND FINAL MARRIAGE.

Three days. One rebellious wife. Good luck.