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 Antonio

I could only manage a strained

Mandy, assessing

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“This is

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

biting

sympathy heavy in

wasn’t the first time Antonio had hidden

the avoidance at work, the refusal to

eight years of my life on a hope

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

room fell

it off, grabbing

up straight. “You’re allergic to

froze. “Sweetheart, these are potato chips.

Antonio had never truly cared about my

are you crying?” someone asked,

cheek, the wetness cold against my skin.

was I

given my prime years

tried to correct him