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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in a white dress that trailed behind her. She looked

jumped in, “It’s probably a mix–up from the bridal shop. It’s not on

a chance to speak. “It’s late. We can

to me,” I replied, eager to be rid of the wedding dress.

about we take a

in, pushing

stand right by Antonio’s side.

as the camera was about to click, she gave me another

I got was a blurry figure, too

wanted to try again.

waved it off with a laugh, “Let’s do it

outta here.”

photo was the last thing on my mind.

eyes welling up

town tonight, trying to find you the perfect dress,” she said and then

a look and went after

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bored, I just left with the dress that

be settled

I started packing my

late, and I stumbled

tale of how Antonio and Stella crossed paths during his darkest days, in

that mattered most were torn right out.

was just a note. “This was the best time

after page, it was filled with his yearning for

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

the mirror. With my white dress and long,

growing up together with Antonio,

connection.

But…

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

how much I loathed Stella, yet he made me into her substitute.