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

for a proposal,

I

of memories flooded back.

Chapter

not a single

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

need; he

bachelor forever for Mandy’s sake! You’re actually

guilty look in

voice ringing with a confidence

I closed his

response to my wedding dress message from yesterday was

Facebook profile was a void — a blank canvas except

played on my

someone else.

was simply introverted, but

bio countless times; he’d never explained.

it was chillingly clear.

until

countdown on my phone’s