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.”

mind would have been unleashed on

manage a strained grin.

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

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friend began, “This is Antonio’s

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

clenched, nails biting into my palms.

sympathy heavy in the

the first time Antonio had hidden our relationship.

at work, the refusal to invite our families — the

of my life

Parrish, a friend of Antonio’s. You look even more beautiful in

room fell deadly

off, grabbing snacks.

alert, sat up straight.

hand froze. “Sweetheart, these are

never truly cared about

are you crying?” someone asked, noticing my

the wetness cold against my

I

prime years

to correct him countless