I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 119

The door opened, a wry smile playing on my lips, but the room fell silent.

Every eye was on me, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort etched on their faces.

My fiance lay cradled in a woman’s arms — a woman whose face was intimately familiar from his laptop.

Antonio’s friends, unprepared for my sudden arrival, scrambled to pull him away from Mandy.

He, wasted and oblivious, roared, “Back off! Leave me alone!”

I’d ever seen him like this; alcohol was not his vice.

One friend hissed, “Grace’s here! Get it together! You’re getting married.”

The others joined the effort, finally separating Antonio and Mandy.

After a few tense minutes, Antonio plopped onto the couch, his face flushed.

One friend finally exhaled, turning to me.

“This is Mandy, an old high school friend. She’s back from Nardoven for the party. Antonio is wasted. Don’t take it personally.”

would have been unleashed

only manage

you Antonio’s friend?” Mandy, assessing me with curious

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“This

his voice sharp. “No, we’re just friends!”

fists clenched, nails biting into

room shifted uncomfortably, sympathy heavy in the air.

first time Antonio had hidden our relationship.

avoidance at work, the refusal to invite our families — the signs had been there.

of my

a smile, shaking Mandy’s hand. “Hi, I’m Grace Parrish,

fell

off,

straight.

these are potato chips.

heart shattered. Antonio had never truly cared about

are you crying?” someone asked, noticing

the wetness cold against my skin.

I crying?

my prime years to

correct him countless times.