Chapter 419 - Four Hundred And Nineteen: Disannul The Engagement (1/2)

The third point of view:

Everyone knew Isabella had a great talent for slapping everyone and anyone on the face, so by the time she was done with advising her good cousin, Anabelle wished the earth could open up and swallow her. However, she stubbornly didn't go down without a fight.

”So then what?” Anabelle jutted out her chin unyieldingly, ”Let's say you're right in all of this, does it solve our problem then? At the end of the day, you're still engaged to Julie!”

There was an expression of pain on her face as she went on, ”Do you know how difficult it is to watch you being happy with the love of your life while I sit around hopelessly?”

”Anabelle, I understand your pain but that -”

”No, you don't feel a thing! You don't understand my pain! You don't even understand anything because you don't feel it?!” Anabelle yelled at her cousin, then laughed sardonically, ”Of course, why would you? You're the great Isabella after all?”

Isabella pulled back her hand, the comment had cut right through her and her eyes spat fire as she breathed, ”That's a stereotypical accusation,” She nodded her head bitterly, ”You think that because I seem to excel at everything that I'm Miss perfect incapable of emotion?”

Liquid fire burned through her vein as she stared her cousin straight in the eyes saying, ”In case you don't know, I'm not that perfect as you think, I just have confidence. So if you have a problem with your self-esteem, go solve it and don't use me as an excuse,”

”Also,” Isabella continued, ”You think there's not a day that goes by without me thinking about how to break the annulment? Do you think I'm so selfish and insatiable that I enjoy having my boyfriend and that annoying jerk at the same time?” she referred to Julie and then laughed mockingly, ”Heck, do you think this is some sort of game or I practice polygamy?”

Anabelle felt guilty, she swallowed, ”That's not what I mean - ”

”That is exactly what you're implying!”

Silence reigned once again until Isabella said, ”You know what? I don't care anymore, you can do anything you want with your life while I promise to solve the annulment all by myself. I wish you a happy married life,” She said and then took Pedro's hands, ”Let's leave the happily married couple,”

”Whoa, happily married couple?” The priest brows raised, ”I didn't wed them,” He added to their surprise, ”And I can't even wed them,”

”What are you talking about?” Anabelle had a bad intuition. It couldn't be that he's a fake Father.

”I'm not a real Father,”

”What?! ” Everyone shouted, including Isabella, who was hell-bent on leaving.

Her fear just came through.

”My uncle is the real Priest. I just dressed up in his, you know, Cassock robe to feel what it's like to be in his shoes, and from what I've seen, it's enough drama to keep one interested all through the day,” He grinned, hinting he found their issue entertaining.

Anabelle didn't know how to feel; she suddenly became tired. All this while, they were fighting over a marriage that wasn't even going to happen in the first place.

”Don't stop me, ” Isabella said to Pedro and he unconsciously nodded. However, by the time he realized the threat beneath those words, he hurriedly grabbed her from behind by the waist.

”No, let me go! I need to teach that cunning fart a lesson!” She struggled with him fiercely. Who does the asshole think he is? He just toyed with their emotions.

”I was trying to tell you, but you guys didn't even let me speak,” claimed the fake priest.

”You can explain better after I cripple you!” Isabella threatened him.