I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 118

On our engagement day, I discovered countless erotic photos of my fiance. with another woman on his laptop.

Eight years with him, and this was my reward.

Betrayal, raw and unforgiving, clawed at me.

Immediately. I booked a flight to Fiassi, a flight scheduled to depart on our wedding day.

This had to end.

I called my boss. “Mr. Rowland, I’ve decided. I’ll take the Fiassi job.”

His surprise was palpable. “Fantastic. I’ll get the team on it. But your wedding…”

“No problem,” I managed, my voice trembling.

Tears streaming down my face, unseen by him, as I ended the call.

It was the first time I’d ever touched Antonio Kaufman’s computer.

We’d started at the same company after graduation, different departments, separate lives.

bachelor party, his phone

desperate for a

was when I saw those photos.

memories flooded

Chapter

us, not a single trace on his

see each other every day. No need

the need; he

engagement party resurfaced. “I thought Antonio would be a bachelor forever for Mandy’s sake!

guilty look in Antonio’s eyes then.

on love!” I’d declared, my voice ringing with a confidence I no longer felt.

I closed his

was ready to send, but his response to my wedding dress message from yesterday was

was a void — a blank canvas except for one line: “I’m waiting for someone

played on my

had someone else.

was simply introverted, but my naivety

bio countless

was chillingly

days until our wedding.

countdown on my phone’s wallpaper mocked