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

could only manage a

Antonio’s friend?” Mandy, assessing me with

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began, “This is Antonio’s fiancee.”

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

biting

sympathy heavy

Antonio had

refusal to invite our families

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

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

fell deadly silent.

it off, grabbing

alert, sat up straight. “You’re allergic

froze. “Sweetheart, these are potato chips. You’re

heart shattered. Antonio had never truly cared about my feelings.

someone asked, noticing my tears.

touched my cheek, the wetness cold against my

was I crying?

my prime years to

tried to correct him countless times.