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

you.”

I’d believed Antonio was a good man.

despite his success, he’d remained scandal–free until tonight, until Stella

invite her.

had no idea why she’d suddenly

he saw her, Antonio had panicked, dropping

then abandoned me at the

Stella? She’d been cruel, taking

decades.

last person

with joy,

morbid curiosity, I’d activated the home surveillance

my pajamas, lay in our bed, clearly intoxicated.

warming milk for her.

a comfort for your

answer, but bent to massage her feet.

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purpose? You know I

remained silent, then pulled her close, their lips meeting in

my vision, streaming down my face.