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

desperate for a

when I saw those

years of memories flooded back.

Chapter

a single

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

he simply

thought Antonio would be a bachelor forever for Mandy’s sake! You’re actually getting married? Are you sure you’re not doing it in a

guilty look in Antonio’s

I’d declared, my voice ringing with a confidence I no longer felt.

I closed

breakup text was ready to send, but his response to my wedding dress message from yesterday was absent.

a void — a blank canvas except for one line: “I’m waiting for someone to come back.”

smile played on my lips.

had someone else.

was simply introverted, but

questioned that bio countless times; he’d

it was chillingly clear.

days until our

phone’s wallpaper mocked