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.”

of my mind would have been

only manage

friend?” Mandy, assessing me with curious eyes, asked.

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friend began, “This is Antonio’s fiancee.”

his voice sharp. “No, we’re

biting

uncomfortably, sympathy heavy in the air.

the first time Antonio had hidden

at work, the refusal to invite our

in denial, gambling eight years of my life on a

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

room fell

it off, grabbing

up straight. “You’re

“Sweetheart, these are

had never truly cared

are you crying?” someone

my cheek, the wetness cold against

I crying?

given my prime years to a fraud.

tried to correct him countless