MY ALLERGY Lana pov.It was lunchtime, yet my meal had not arrived. My eyes felt heavy and unfocused, while my stomach growled ominously, reminiscent of a brewing storm. Glancing at the clock once more, I let out a loud exclamation, my mouth opening in a yawn, overwhelmed by stress and fatigue."Mr. Jan," I called out in a composed manner, though I soon felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, accompanied by a sharp pain in my chest likely caused by my delayed meal. I quickly grabbed the phone, my fingers moving frantically over the buttons.At that moment, a knock echoed through the door. I looked up and smiled, thinking it might be him, and softly tapped the table in anticipation."Sir, here’s the file," he said as he entered."Thank you," I replied.I let out a sigh, overhearing a brief conversation at the doorstep.Frustration bubbled within me, and I clenched my teeth, dialing his number once more."Mr. Jan? Are you there?" I called urgently, my voice tinged with impatience."Ma'am,
AT THE HOSPITAL Donovan povI received a message on my phone informing me that the meeting with Lana was canceled due to a health issue she was facing. As I stood at my table, taking a sip of my coffee, I wondered about the nature of the health issue. Just then, another message came in, explaining that it was due to an allergy. I was shocked and realized what she must have been allergic to. Without hesitation, I put down my coffee and grabbed my car keys, but then remembered the meeting I had scheduled with my company's shareholders.I hesitated, realizing that I still had a long way to go before sealing the contract. Should I cancel the meeting with them? I asked myself, feeling weak and sweating. I was eager to see Lana,Standing there, contemplating my choices, my thoughts were consumed by Lana and the significance of the upcoming shareholder meeting. A wave of anxiety swept over me as I realized that canceling the meeting could endanger the contract, yet I couldn't ignore the
Lana povThe sound of the thermometer beeping resonated throughout the room as I shifted restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, trying to comprehend my surroundings and how I had ended up there. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a man in a white coat entered with an air of enthusiasm. "Hello, Mrs. Lana," he greeted, positioning himself confidently near my bedside, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of determination and scrutiny. I found it difficult to understand the reason behind his overly cheerful demeanor, and I regretted using such a harsh term to describe it. "Doctor, am I alright? Why are you staring at me?" I inquired hastily, gripping the iron railing of the bed for support."Nothing much, just that Mr. Donovan visited yesterday and was quite insistent about wanting to see you.”I furrowed my brows, attempting to recall what would bring Donovan to the hospital. “Don't let him in,” I instructed, a wave of discomfort wash over me The doctor's expression briefly wave
CRAZY DECISION! Sarah pov…I was still in the kitchen washing the dishes when I heard Donovan's voice calling from the bedroom. His tone was loud and piercing, which sent me sprinting toward the room, filled with fear about what might have occurred.Upon entering, I was met with a chaotic scene of scattered papers, including some of my private documents. Donovan's eyes locked onto mine as I managed to ask, "What were you looking for in my bags?" My tone was sharp, provoking his anger, but I was beyond caring."How could you transfer all the money from our joint account to your personal account without informing me? Are you out of your mind, Sarah?" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I attempted to explain, but he was too far gone to listen.As I moved closer to him, he suddenly threw the papers at me. "I'm so tired of you, Sarah. I can't keep up with your foolishness. I've had enough; this is beyond understanding," he said hoarsely, gesturing toward the wardrobe before ya
My ANGERDonovan povI was utterly stunned when I discovered Sarah's transaction history with a nameless, faceless company. It left me questioning her judgment and how she could have been so reckless without conducting any thorough research.As I observed her sitting by the coffee table on the floor, tears streaming down her face, I felt no sympathy. My gaze fell to the ground, unable to articulate my thoughts. All I could think about was Lana—how was she coping? What was she feeling after enduring such an ordeal? “Donovan, please don’t push me away,” Sarah’s soft voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back from my thoughts.“Can you please be quiet?” I snapped, my tone sharp and filled with disdain, as I rested my head in my hand, my mind swirling in chaos, with her being a significant source of my turmoil.I watched her inch closer, her hands reaching out, and a surge of animosity washed over me. Don’t you dare come near me! I growled, my voice reverberating off the walls.I le
WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN LANA AND MY CHILD? Donovan povI attempted to capture his attention by playfully calling his name, but the young child was resolute; he was intent on calling for Lana. Why was that? How could he even consider calling her? It seemed unfathomable. "Please leave me alone," he whispered, quickly turning to retreat into his room, and slamming the door behind him with a resounding thud."Donovan kept his distance from my son," Sarah remarked, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to articulate the pain of our situation. It was overwhelming to think about how I could reach Bryan before he could reach Lana, especially since he had already mentioned her. A wave of desperation surged within me as I turned to Sarah, my gaze pleading for clarity. “What's happening Sarah? Why is Bryan so obsessed with Lana.?”Sarah lowered her eyes, her voice trembling. "I’m not sure, Donovan. He’s been asking about her constantly since... since."I tightened my fist,
CONFRONTATION Sarah povMy son's attempt to call Lana was concerning, prompting me to search through my wardrobe for a dress that would fit. I had been gaining weight, and most of my dresses no longer accommodated my growing belly. I felt self-conscious about my appearance, which only added to my confusion about what to do next. Just then, Donovan entered the room, adjusting his tie as he prepared for work."Sarah," he said, his gaze fixed on me, sending a chill down my spine. "What's wrong?" I feigned ignorance, trying to ignore the intensity of his stare."Are you going out?" he inquired."No, I have other things to take care of," I replied, continuing to sift through my clothes.He scoffed and left without saying goodbye.Whatever… I quickly grabbed a stylish dress, eager to find answers to my pressing question. How did my little Bryan manage to get Lana's number when he hadn't been able to reach either his father or me? As I donned the dress, an unsettling feeling lingered in m
AM SCARED Lana povI looked at Caroline, who appeared genuinely stunned, her eyes scanning the room in disbelief. "Lana, did you witness what just occurred?" she inquired, her gaze flitting nervously around the office. I remained in a daze, unable to fully grasp his words. "I’m not sure, Caroline. Perhaps we should reach out for assistance and consider our next steps, especially given Sarah's concerned reaction regarding her son and me.”“What if she decided to contact the police? Despite her pleas, the little boy would still have to inform his mother about you. Lana, you brought this upon yourself,” Caroline exclaimed as she paced the office. I nodded in agreement. “I understand, Caroline; I should have stayed out of it instead of spending time with her son,” I admitted, resting my head on the table in an attempt to relieve the tension, but it was futile. I felt as though a weight was pressing down on my heart.Caroline halted her pacing and rested a hand on my shoulder. "We'