The Prank That Backfired
On my thirtieth birthday, Gideon Salton told me to meet him at city hall.
He made sure I wore a wedding dress and brought my papers, hyping it up as a huge birthday surprise.
But when I showed up, all dressed up, he turned to his trashy crew and laughed. "No way—she actually did it. Dress, docs, the whole thing. Pay up, fifty bucks each."
Then he looked at me. "Come on, Madison. You didn't seriously fall for that?"
I didn't answer.
He smirked. "If you're that thirsty to get hitched, go inside and grab some rando to register with."
His friends cracked up.
They called me Gideon's loyal simp, his forever backup plan. Said I'd never end up with anyone else.
But when I came out with my husband and a legit marriage certificate, Gideon just froze—pale, silent, wrecked.