TRIAL
Lana’s POV I woke up to an empty silence. The weight of my thoughts crushed me, making it hard to breathe. My chest felt heavy like a boulder was sitting on it, suffocating me. I couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness and hopelessness that had become my constant companion. The one thing I desired most in life, the one thing that seemed to come so effortlessly to others, was the one thing I couldn't have - children. I blamed myself for this predicament. Why was I born with a faulty body? Why was I cursed with infertility? The questions swirled in my head like a vortex, pulling me down into the long depths of sorrow. I felt like a failure like I was less of a woman because I couldn't perform the one function that was expected of me. While I lay there in bed, tears began to fall, streaming down my face like rain and uncontrollably. I had imagined what it would be like to hold a tiny hand in mine, to feel a small kick in my belly, to see a miniature version of Donovan and me running around our house. The longing was almost too much to bear. Just then, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Donovan. My rock, my haven. My husband. He slipped into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “Hey, what's wrong?” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. I tried to speak, but the words got caught in my throat. I just shook my head, feeling the tears fall harder now. Donovan held me tighter, his warmth seeping into my bones. “You're thinking about it again, aren't you?” he asked, his voice filled with understanding. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Lana, we've talked about this. We'll get through it together. We have options - adoption, surrogacy... there are ways to build our family,” “I don't want that for us. For myself,” I said tearfully, turning my face away But then he reached out for my face, grabbing it. “Lana, whatever means we use in making babies changes nothing. I honestly think you should cut yourself some slack,” he said softly I knew he was trying to reassure me, but the pain ran too deep. I felt like I was failing him like I was depriving him of the one thing he truly wanted - to be a father. “I just feel so useless,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Donovan pulled back and looked me straight in the eye. “You're not useless, Lana. You're an amazing woman, and I love you more than anything. This doesn't define you. We'll face this together, as a team,” I let out a heavy breath, my eyes growing mistier. “Let’s go for a health checkup. Let’s run a thorough test,” I bawled Donovan gazed at me for a while. For a moment, I could see uncertainty flash through his eyes. It was more or less like he was unsure of what reply to give me. He let out a soft sigh as he ruffled his hair, adjusting a little bit on the bed. “Lana, we have been here before. We have done this countless times and all efforts put in were fruitless. Why do you keep hurting yourself by harboring ridiculous hopes regarding this?” He queried, his voice coming off as a scold rather than a statement. I was taken aback, with fear almost gripping me. “I…” I stammered “We’re not seeing the doctor. That’s not even an option,” he stated What was happening? Why was he being hell-bent on not letting me have my way anymore? We sure did visit the hospital recently and of course, it was the same result as what we had been getting for five years, precisely that we had been married but then we would never know if things changed if we didn't visit. “Please, Donovan,” I begged in hot tears as I squeezed his hand. “One more time,” He was mute, making the silence in the room deafening. I felt like I was drowning in it. But I didn't let go of his hand. I didn't give up. And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. Just a slight tilt of his head. But it was enough. I knew he was saying yes, even though he didn't want to. I felt relieved instantly. “Thank you,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Thank you, Donovan,” He still didn't look at me, but he squeezed my hand back gently. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. Donovan used to be my enemy back then in college. I had no idea what happened and how it happened which made us become friends and lovers to the extent of being tied with marriage vows. My parents were against us but I just couldn’t listen to them when I knew how much it’s almost impossible not to live without him. We’ve shared much within the years of our marriage except the cries of our children and it has constantly put me in a sad state. “I will be done in a couple of minutes,” I stated, getting out of bed and making my way into the bathroom. “Schedule an appointment, please” I yelled, making sure he heard me. After a not-so-long hour of preparation, I finally slipped into my black pretty leather sandals, grabbing my clutch and yanking it on my shoulder. I was ready. But then my phone suddenly chimed, drawing my attention. Looking closely at the screen, it was a text message from my team manager at work. I was a real estate agent and my humble profession gets tougher by the day. The message read: Lana, we really need you at the office immediately. My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly became so worked up. This wasn’t the usual prank Liam pulls off on me each time he just needs me and my services in the office. Because it actually seemed like something was wrong. Donovan swung the day open, walking in in his pair of jeans and quality off-white polo. His handsome look and cologne that brushed my nostril had me fall in love once again, ugh. “You ready?” He queried, pulling me out of my trance. I hesitated. “Umm…” he paused, waiting patiently to hear my response but the words weren’t coming so he spoke up instead. “Is it a rain check?” He asked, his voice almost giving away his excitement. How can he be excited about something like this? Yes, we’ve been in and out of Doctor George’s office with the same result every time. Thus, he got tired of trying but then if he should give up, how about me? “No no no, it’s not a rain check,” I brushed it off immediately. “I just have an urgent few things to tidy up in the office. You should go ahead, I’ll meet you there,” I concluded, dashing out of the room without waiting for his response. Driving out of the premises, I drove with precision, headed to the company where I worked— Coastal Cove Realty. An hour later, I got to the company, figuring out the reason why I was urgently needed— a new listing. It happened to be that a new property had been listed, and I needed to take photos, create a listing, and also conduct a virtual tour. I sighed heavily, realizing how long that would take. I was about to start typing up the description when my phone rang. I saw Donovan's name flash on the screen and my heart skipped a beat. I answered, expecting him to ask about my day but he went on to ask about the situation at hand. So impatient. But instead, he said, “Hey, are you ready to come to the hospital now? I'm with the doctor,” “I...I'm so sorry, Donovan. I still have a lot to do,” I stuttered. But before I could continue, I heard the doctor's voice in the background. “I'm sorry, your status remains unchanged and different from your wife's. I honestly suggest you should talk to her about it,” My world stopped. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. What did the doctor mean? What status does Donovan have that is different from mine? I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I wanted to ask what was going on, but the words wouldn't come out. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the call dropped. I was left sitting there, staring at my phone in shock.THE BETRAYAL Lana’s POV “Selfish!” “A selfish ingrate!”“That’s what you are!”These were the words of the man whom I have dedicated all my life to. He had suddenly proven to me that indeed, only a change is constant in life. If I was told that a day like this would ever come, trust me I would even go as far as locking up the speaker in jail for trying to ruin my happiness.Today made it the third week he returned from the hospital and since then things moved from better to worse. He barely acknowledges me, if he does, that’s because he wants to call me names and curse me out for something out of my control.Yes, he changed totally, like… overnight. I had tried to speak to him about it but each time I did he brushed it off with the same words; “This discussion is fruitless… just like you are.” And nothing hurts me so much more than that. It’s like he knew my weak point so well and now he uses it to his advantage.The comment the doctor made in the background on the phone some time
THE DIVORCE Lana’s POV “What do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled in anger, my heart thumping heavily in my chest.“What… does it look like?” He answered, his attention solely focused on the stranger he brought into our matrimonial home. He guided her steps and had her sit comfortably on the bed… our bed!“Donovan, I need an explanation for this!” I yelled again, putting up the files in his face, and deciding to revisit the presence of the stranger later on.I mean, I was going crazy and I was dying for a response… an explanation in fact. I wouldn’t dare to entertain any distractions else I would be throwing a fit.He was about to unbutton his shirt when he caught sight of the files in his face. Disgusting. He didn’t even care about my presence at all. How really disgusting.“Oh,” he mouthed, turning to face me. “You found them,”Huh? What?“I found them?!” I batted my eyes, finding his comment ridiculous and unbelievable. How could he give such a response?“Okay, you found them,
THE RETURN Lana’s POVFifteen Years Later…I stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the scorching asphalt with the sun beating down on me nonstop. My driver, Jenkins, swiftly appeared by my side, holding a black umbrella above my head, shielding me from the harsh rays. I was dressed in a sophisticated black ensemble that screamed luxury and poise. My fitted black dress hugged my curves making the silk fabric rustle softly as I moved. A pair of high heels clicked on the pavement as I walked, making their sharp sound echo through the sober atmosphere. A delicate silver necklace also adorned my neck, showing off my taste.While I walked towards the gravesite, I noticed the diverse crowd gathered before me. People from all walks of life had come to pay their respects with their long faces whether genuinely sad or not. I spotted business associates, friends, and family members, all united in their grief.My eyes fixed on the grave, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I gently dropp
My ex-husband has a son Lana's POV Mother? The voice echoed in my mind as I realized reuniting with my child. The same child I now recognized bore the traits and characteristics of my offspring; it could not be a mere coincidence. Raising my eyebrows at the individuals the child referred to as parents sent a chill down my spine; it was simply unbelievable. "Did you call her mother?" I inquired of the child, who nodded affirmatively, a remarkably intelligent and handsome boy. "Yes, she is my mother, and this is my father," he indicated towards Donovan, who stood weakly, gazing at us with eyes that appeared weary and filled with unshed tears. Perhaps he was regretting his decision to leave me, or he was simply astonished to see me after five years of separation. "Oh! Your parents?" I posed the question, and in that instant, the same woman who had contributed to the dissolution of my family rushed towards us, embracing the child. "Sweetheart, Mother is here, okay?" she murmured, st
I still want Lana Donovan's POV I took hold of the vodka cup and poured five shots into my glass, the strong scent wafting from my mouth. A gasp escaped me as I continued to consume one shot after another until a pounding headache set in, a consequence of my excessive drinking. I struggled to focus on the surrounding clarity, but it offered little relief. "Donovan, what is driving you to drink?" Sarah queried, her gaze fixed on me as she forcefully snatched the vodka glass from my hands, nearly causing me to feel faint. Anger boiled within me at this action. "I do not require your assistance, woman; I desire solitude," I retorted, reaching for another glass to pour more vodka. However, she swiftly swept her hand across the bar, sending the entire drink shattering to the floor. "Do not feign indifference with me; I know you are pining for her, Donovan. Just admit that her wealth is driving you to distraction," she shouted. “Whose wealth is in question? Were you truly unaware o
The conference Lana's povAs I settled into my seat, my fingers rhythmically tapping on the table with a sense of urgency, I observed the boardroom filled with intellectual men prepared to negotiate contracts with me. Rising from my chair, I placed my hands on the table to address those present. I scanned the room, searching for the familiar face of my ex-husband, who had expressed interest in collaborating with my company but was notably absent. I scoffed, adjusting my necklace and bracelets. "Mr. Jan, please have the staff bring in the coffee; I believe everyone would appreciate a refreshment before we commence our discussions," I suggested, smiling as they nodded in agreement."Yes, Mrs. Lana, the arrangements have been made and are awaiting your approval," he replied graciously, prompting a smirk from me as I adjusted my bracelet. "Let her serve the coffee, Mr. Jan..." I trailed off as a group of latecomers entered. "Donavon, what on earth is he wearing?" I muttered under my bre
I can't apologize to Lana Sarah pov“Why did you treat Lana that way? You should not have taken it to such extremes,” Donovan stated, his voice filled with resolve, and I could sense the anguish underlying his tone. “Goodness!” “Why are you even bringing her up? She can manage her controversies; the media is more than capable of portraying her as a fragile woman, especially since she aspires to be a lioness,” I remarked, laughing lightly while snacking on my chips. However, Donovan's expression revealed no amusement. “Sarah, what if she jeopardizes all the projects my company has invested so much effort into?”His question struck me, causing my cheerful demeanor to fade and my expression to become serious. “I hadn't considered that!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I adjusted my seating, trying to suppress my frustration over my oversight. “You will need to apologize to Lana for the harm caused,” he asserted, and my heart skipped a beat at his words. “What? I cannot apologize t
THE MEDIA Lana povCaroline Davon, a prominent journalist known for her critical stance on the media's portrayal of the situation instigated by Sarah, prompted me to create an opportunity for Donavon to halt all agreements intended for my company. I carefully repositioned the table to facilitate a discussion regarding the scandal, as Caroline urged me to address the matters at hand in order to restore my reputation.While I acknowledged her request, I remained unconvinced of the necessity to engage with individuals like Sarah and Donavon, deeming them unworthy of my attention. I scoffed, running my fingers through my hair as I contemplated my next words."Please, take a moment to relax, Lana. It’s merely a twenty-minute conversation; it’s not a significant issue," she remarked, to which I responded with a shake of my head, indicating my disapproval.“The interview is not merely a twenty-minute engagement, Caroline; it is possible that I may become emotional throughout the process. I