I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 135

Ten years. Ten years we’d been together, and finally, my boyfriend had proposed.

I had envisioned a future filled with joy, a future shattered the moment I saw him — my Antonio Kaulinan — embracing Stella Parrish, his first lolve, in the very home we were to share.

“I’ll always love you. If you say yes, I’ll marry you right away,” Antonio whispered to Stella.

The agony was a physical blow.

His betrayal wasn’t a recent event; it stretched back years.

Despair, raw and suffocating, consumed me.

I had to end this.

Inside, their fervent kiss echoed, each sound a chilling hammer blow to my heart.

I flung Antonio’s engagement ring into the trash and dialed my mother’s international number.

“Mom,” I choked out, biting my lip to stifle the tremor in my voice, “Antonio cheated on me. I’m not marrying him.”

My mother’s voice was bright with something that sounded suspiciously like relief. “I’ll book your ticket right away. You know I’ve always wanted you close.”

I managed a strangled response.

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no need to rush into marriage. and children. Focus on your career. Whatever you decide, I’m here

you.”

Antonio was a good

his distance from other women, and despite his success, he’d remained scandal–free until tonight,

hadn’t invite her.

why she’d suddenly

he saw her, Antonio had panicked, dropping a wine

me at the party.

taking everything from

decades.

last person I’d ever

bring her home, his face alight with joy, extinguished any remaining affection I

by a morbid curiosity, I’d

pajamas, lay

warming milk

for your loneliness. Do you really intend

bent to massage her

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know I hate Grace the most.” Stella continued, kissing

close, their

vision, streaming