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 phone off.

a

I saw those photos.

of memories

Chapter

not a single

shared photos were always dismissed: “We see each other every day.

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

a bachelor forever for Mandy’s sake! You’re actually getting married? Are you

hadn’t notice the guilty look in Antonio’s eyes

declared, my voice

closed his

response to my wedding dress message from yesterday was absent.

— a blank canvas except for

wry smile played

someone

introverted, but my naivety

countless times; he’d never

it was

until our wedding.

countdown on my phone’s wallpaper mocked