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.”

have been unleashed on Antonio years

only manage a

Mandy, assessing me with curious eyes,

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began, “This is

cut him off, his voice

biting into

room shifted uncomfortably, sympathy heavy

wasn’t the first time Antonio

to invite our families — the signs had been there.

in denial, gambling eight years of my life on a hope that proved tragically misplaced.

a smile, shaking Mandy’s hand. “Hi, I’m Grace Parrish, a friend of Antonio’s. You look even more

room fell deadly silent.

off, grabbing snacks.

up straight. “You’re allergic

“Sweetheart, these are potato chips. You’re drunk.”

never truly cared about

are you crying?” someone asked,

the wetness cold against my skin.

was I crying?

my prime

tried to correct him countless