Isabelle's Point of View:
"Isabelle!" Someone called out and I turned around, pointing the gun at the man instantly, as my eyes widened in horror. My hands were shaking slightly, not even believing what my eyes were seeing.
My breath was hitched up as I saw Cole standing in front of me. What was he doing here? Why was he holding a gun against me? His eyes weren't the same as before.
"Or Nicole. Or whatever fake name you have now…" He said as he took steps toward me, his voice condescending. I tried to look confident, even when I didn't even know how to shoot at all.
"What are you doing here, Cole?"
"Oh, you remember me?" He asked, chuckling. "That's rich. Heard you got married."
"Cole, what's going on?" I asked again, trying to make sense of the mess, my voice starting to quiver.
"Did you really think you could play with me and then go back to America, and I'll let it go?"
"I…" I took a deep breath. "I didn't play with you, Cole. I—I was trying—"
