The third point of view:
God was unfair to her, Anabelle thought. Others didn't need to work hard yet got the love of their life, but for her, it wasn't like that. She had to sacrifice her tears, feeling, and time and yet wasn't lucky. Now, she finally thought she got the one for her, he wasn't who she thought he was.
"Anabelle!" Julie called after her, but she didn't want to see him. She just wanted to get into the car and drive off to her place. Fuck! Goddammit! She was so stupid! No wonder her IQ wasn't as high as Isabella's. How was she going to drive off with the car when it belonged to Julie, plus he had the keys.
"Anabelle, hold on!" he grabbed her arm, turning her around to him.
"No, don't touch me!" She hissed at him as if his hand was poisonous. Right now, she just couldn't think straight and wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
"Anabelle listen to me,"
