Beautiful Soul

BRENDA'S POV All this while, I thought I was the problem. I thought I wasn’t good enough. That maybe, just maybe, if I loved Michael harder, held on tighter, he would see me the way I saw him. But I was wrong. Michael never loved me—I can feel it, even though he keeps saying otherwise.Five long years of dating him, yet I can’t even tell who he truly is. I’ve asked him countless times if he was in love with his best friend, Maria, but he keeps denying it, brushing off my concerns as paranoia.I can’t take my eyes off them. Their presence irritates and disgust me.Who brings their best friend on a date? Who whispers and giggles like lovers while their girlfriend sits in silence?If not my Italian, 6'5, fair boyfriend with his short ugly bestie. Michael is sitting directly opposite me, while Maria is beside him, her hands wrapped around him like he’s her possession, her face so close that I can feel the heat of their closeness from where I sat. They keep making eye contact, lost in the

BRENDA'S POV I peeped through the door hole. Just a delivery man. A happy one, at that."But I didn’t place an order," I thought, hesitating before finally opening the door.“H-Hi,” I stuttered as the young man flashed a polite smile.“Good day, miss. Your order, ma’am. Please sign here.” He handed me a journal, his tone all business.“Um, sorry, but there must be a mistake. I didn’t order anything. Maybe you have the wrong house number.” I forced a small smile, already turning back—until he mentioned Stefan’s name.“It’s from Mr. Stefan Andres.”My face heated up at the sound of his name, but I wasn’t going to accept the gift.“Oh. Stefan… That’s thoughtful, but I’d appreciate it if you could deliver it to his office instead.” I scribbled Stefan’s office address on a piece of paper.But just as I lifted my head, my gaze locked onto Michael and Maria—dressed in matching outfits. A couple’s outfit."Disgusting bastard," I muttered under my breath, my annoyance bubbling over.The deliv