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.

he was at a bachelor party, his phone

for a proposal,

was when I

memories flooded back.

Chapter

not a

shared photos were always dismissed: “We see each

it wasn’t about the need; he simply wasn’t invested in me.

would be a bachelor forever for Mandy’s sake!

hadn’t notice the guilty look in Antonio’s

voice ringing with a confidence I no longer

closed

his response to my wedding dress

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

wry smile played on my lips.

had someone else.

simply introverted,

countless times;

it was chillingly

until our wedding.

on my phone’s wallpaper mocked