I’m Kevin, 32, and two months ago I went from driving a beat-up Honda Civic to getting the keys to my first house—a dream I’d had since I was 18 and broke.
Surviving alone after graduation meant ramen, gas-station shifts, and skipping fun to save every dollar. When I landed a tech job four years ago—and met Betty three months ago—things started looking up.
April 13th was unforgettable: I finally bought 428 Everwood Lane—a \$1M, three-bedroom home with a beautiful yard. Excited, I called Betty and invited her over with cake and flowers.
But when she arrived, Betty—along with her family, lawyer, and fake deed papers—ambushed me. They pretended she’d added her name to the deed without asking. Shocked, I was ready to sign, and that’s when they burst out laughing: it was all a prank. The papers were fake “Lorem ipsum” gags, and friends tumbled out with phones filming.
The prank was humiliating—I’d worked 14 years for that house—yet I signed anyway, because I loved her.
A month later, on Sunset Beach, I proposed. Yes, really. No prank this time. She said yes. We’ll marry next spring in our backyard at Everwood Lane—the house that’s still mine for now. Some things are worth waiting for, and some jokes only work once.