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

manage a strained

Mandy, assessing me with curious

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friend began, “This is Antonio’s

him off, his voice sharp. “No, we’re just

biting into my

room shifted uncomfortably, sympathy

first time Antonio had hidden our

Facebook silence, the avoidance at work, the refusal to

been in denial, gambling eight years of my life on

Mandy’s hand. “Hi, I’m Grace Parrish, a friend of

room fell deadly silent.

off, grabbing

straight.

“Sweetheart, these are

Antonio had never truly cared about my

crying?” someone asked, noticing my tears.

my cheek, the wetness cold against my

I

had given my prime years to a

to correct him