Married Your Girl Bestie as a Dare? Congrats You're Stuck with her now novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

On Valentine’s Day, while I was working at City Hall, I ran into my fiancé, Mason Carter, who showed up to

apply for a marriage certificate with his so-called girl best friend, Harper Lane.

He slid his ID across the counter and explained casually, “Chloe, don’t be jealous. I lost a truth-or-dare game.”

“The punishment was marrying Harper for one day. I’ll bring her back tomorrow to file for divorce.”

The girl best friend was wearing his white dress shirt, her tone dripping with mockery. “Chloe isn’t going to

refuse to process this for us, is she?”

“Then again, she’s always had an issue with me. I just don’t understand what she’s thinking.”

Before she could finish, I brought the official stamp down firmly on the application form.

“No, of course not,” I said calmly. “I get it.”

“You two are just close buddies. Pure friendship. You only lost a dare, after all.”

“Take this form to have your photo taken,” I added evenly. “Congratulations.”

My complete indifference wiped the smile off Mason’s face. His expression darkened as he wrapped an arm around Harper and walked away without another word.

The next day, he returned to County Court with her again.

I glanced at the unmistakable kiss mark on his neck and smiled. Then I reached for a different document

and placed it on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” I said politely. “There’s a new notice from above.”

“For couples seeking a divorce on impulse, you’re required to take some time to reconsider.”

“If you still want to proceed,” I added gently, “please come back in six months.”

***

Earlier that Valentine’s Day, I had been organizing documents when someone tapped twice on the counter in

front of me.

“Chloe, don’t be mad. It was just a dare.”

I looked up and saw Mason, the man I had been with for five years, the man I was supposed to marry.

Standing beside him was Harper, his closest friend.

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She clung to his arm affectionately, wearing a men’s white shirt that was obviously too large for her.

I recognized it instantly. It was the birthday gift I had given Mason just last week.

Mason handed over two IDs and the household registration paperwork, smiling in a placating way. “We lost a game. The punishment was getting the marriage license for one day. Don’t worry, we’ll come back to file for

divorce first thing tomorrow.”

Harper leaned against his shoulder, laughing sweetly, though the provocation in her eyes was impossible to hide. “Chloe won’t be that petty, right? You’re not going to make things difficult for us?”

“We’re basically friends,” she added lightly. “This is just a joke. You didn’t take it seriously, did you?”

I took their documents. My fingertips felt ice cold.

One of them was the man I had sworn to spend my life with. The other was the “friend who was closer than

a real sister,” according to him.

And yet, on Valentine’s Day of all days, they were standing here, asking me to personally get the marriage

license.

It was absurd. Almost laughable.

I could feel my coworkers’ curious gazes and hear the whispers from couples waiting in line behind them.

Mason looked uneasy and urged me, “Chloe, hurry up. We’ll leave once this is done.” –

Harper deliberately rested her head on his shoulder and silently mouthed at me, “He was mine last night.”

I took a deep breath, forced the nausea down, and looked up with a perfectly practiced professional smile.

“All right. We’ll proceed according to regulations.”

I took out the marriage license application and guided them through each section.

Every step. Every detail. I handled everything flawlessly, as if they were nothing more than two strangers.

My calm clearly caught them off guard.

Mason frowned, visibly irritated by how cooperative I was.

“All done,” I said. “Take this form to have your official photo taken. Studio Three is less crowded.”

I passed the completed application across the counter, my voice steady.

Mason took it and stared at me for several seconds, as if searching my face for even the slightest hint of

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pain.

He found nothing.

I met his gaze calmly and even reminded him thoughtfully, “Make sure you look happy in the photo. It is a wedding, after all.”

When they returned with their freshly printed ID photo, I accepted it. Harper was nestled against Mason in the picture, smiling brightly.

I picked up the official City Hall seal. The stamp came down with a firm, unmistakable sound.

Their marriage certificate was now officially recorded.

I slid two certified copies across the counter and said in a measured tone, “Congratulations to Happy marriage.”

you both.