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.

at a bachelor party, his

boss, desperate for a proposal, contacted me.

when I saw those

memories flooded

Chapter

a single trace

shared photos were always dismissed: “We see each other every day. No

he simply wasn’t invested

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

the guilty look in Antonio’s eyes then.

based on love!” I’d declared, my voice ringing with

closed

text was ready to send, but his response to my wedding dress

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

wry smile played on my lips.

had someone else.

was simply introverted, but

countless times; he’d never explained.

was chillingly

days until

on my phone’s wallpaper