I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 138

I kept quiet about what Antonio was saying,

“I’m not here to hassle you,” he said. “It’s my folks who want to meet you,”

To Antonio, the wedding was my personal show.

He only reached out when he wanted something from me.

I was too tired to argue, ready to crash.

At home, the table was a mess of leftover chicken and ham.

My dad was chatting with Antonio’s dad.

Antonio’s mom grabbed my hand, all warm and fuzzy. “So glad to see you. I miss you so much.”

I managed a weak grin. She took a look at Stella and then leaned in. “What’s the deal with Stella and Antonio? She’s not exactly the best company. You should talk to Antonio about it.”

I just grunted, not really saying much.

When I raised my head, Antonio was already next to Stella.

He’d brought some wedding and bridesmaid dresses for us to try.

“I know you’ve got enough on your plate, so I got Stella to pick out your wedding dress. She’s got a better sense of style than you,” he said, handing me the dress.

I slipped the simple wedding dress on, only to find a big rip right down

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other hand, was in a white dress that trailed behind her. She looked more like

from

chance to speak. “It’s late. We can deal with the dress

me,” I replied, eager to be rid of the

piped up, “How about we take a group photo

way in, pushing me

sure to stand right by Antonio’s

click, she gave me another little

got was a blurry figure, too hazy to

to try

off with a laugh, “Let’s do it some

outta here.”

last

was all apologies, her eyes welling

be mad at Antonio. I’ll run all over town tonight, trying to find you the perfect

shot me a look and went after

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left with

everything would be settled

my place, I started packing my things.

late, and I stumbled upon Antonio’s

crossed paths during his darkest days, in a hostel

mattered most were torn right

a note. “This was the

filled with his yearning

day he asked me to marry him, his diary had a confession. “I can’t make myself love her.

in the mirror. With my white dress and long, straight hair, I resembled a

with Antonio, we’d have

connection.

But…

me through, yet he put his trust in her.

of how much I loathed Stella, yet