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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continued, her voice soothing, “There’s no need to rush into marriage. and children. Focus on your career.

you.”

hours ago, I’d believed Antonio was a good

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

invite her.

why

moment he saw her, Antonio had panicked,

abandoned me

why Stella? She’d been cruel, taking everything

decades.

last person I’d ever

home, his face alight with joy, extinguished any remaining affection I held for

by a morbid curiosity, I’d activated

the screen, Stella, wearing my pajamas, lay in our bed, clearly intoxicated.

was warming milk for her.

for your loneliness. Do you really

but bent to

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purpose? You know I hate Grace the most.” Stella continued, kissing his neck.

their

streaming