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 on Antonio years ago,

only manage a

assessing me with

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“This is Antonio’s fiancee.”

cut him off, his voice

fists clenched, nails biting into my

room shifted uncomfortably, sympathy heavy in

Antonio had hidden

the avoidance at work, the refusal to invite our families — the

of my life on a hope that

plastered on a smile, shaking Mandy’s hand. “Hi, I’m Grace Parrish, a friend of

fell

off, grabbing snacks.

alert, sat up straight.

are potato chips.

heart shattered. Antonio had never

are you crying?” someone asked, noticing my

wetness cold

I crying?

prime years to a fraud.

tried to correct him