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'
MY NIGHTMARE Donovan povThe dim illumination of the bar created elongated shadows, while the aroma of spilled whiskey blended with the oppressive atmosphere as I stumbled toward the restroom. The alcohol coursed through my veins, providing a bitter comfort amidst the turmoil that Sarah had introduced into my existence. The persistent voice of doubt reverberated in my mind, akin to an unyielding drumbeat.Upon entering the restroom, I caught a fleeting reflection of myself in the mirror—bloodshot eyes and a visage that appeared far older than my actual years. Although the alcohol had dulled my senses, it was insufficient to alleviate the anxiety that gnawed at my insides.I leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto my face in an attempt to cleanse myself of the reality that clung to me like a second skin. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Lana entered, her expression a blend of concern and something more sinister—perhaps anxiety?How had she arrived here? What was her purp
Lana povI urgently approached the elevator, my fingers frantically searching for the button as I tilted my head upward in anxiety. With a sigh of relief, I blinked at the bright light bulb illuminating the elevator's ceiling. I turned gently and sank weakly onto one side, my heart racing with overwhelming thoughts. My hands instinctively covered my face in despair. Donovan's son had been incessantly calling for days, and it was disheartening. I couldn't bear the thought of his parents discovering that I had once taken their son away from them. Suddenly, I felt a violent jolt from the elevator, causing me to stumble to the floor. I grasped the cold steel of the elevator for support, struggling to regain my composure. At last, the elevator came to a halt, but a mechanical voice interrupted the silence, announcing that the elevator's system had been compromised and urging all passengers to remain calm until repairs were made. My eyes widened in disbelief as the words struck me deeply