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

probably a mix–up from the

me a chance to speak. “It’s late. We can deal with the dress swap tomorrow,” he

me,” I replied, eager to

about we take

elbowed her way in,

made sure to stand

to click, she gave me

end, all I got was a blurry figure, too hazy to even tell who

wanted to try again.

laugh, “Let’s do it some

outta here.”

group photo was the last

her eyes

don’t be mad at Antonio. I’ll run all over town tonight, trying to find you the perfect dress,” she said and

a look and went after

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just left with the dress that was in tatters.

everything would be settled by

my place, I started packing

late, and I stumbled upon

Stella crossed paths during his darkest days, in a hostel for travelers.

mattered most were torn

remained was just a note. “This was the best

was filled with his yearning for

“I can’t make myself love her. Stella’s the one I truly love. Please forgive me, God.”

With my white dress and long, straight hair, I resembled a grown–up

figured, growing up together with Antonio, we’d have some kind

connection.

But…

Stella put me through, yet he put his trust in her.

of how much I loathed Stella, yet he