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

boss, desperate for a

I saw

of memories

Chapter

of us, not a single trace on

see each other every

about the need; he simply wasn’t invested in

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

hadn’t notice the guilty look

declared, my voice ringing with

closed

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

blank canvas except for one

smile played on

had someone else.

simply introverted, but

that bio countless

was

until our

on my phone’s wallpaper mocked