Lana pov When we arrived at the cafe, we snagged the last available seat, but I felt frustrated that we always ended up in this position during our visits. I frowned as we settled in near my favorite flower verse, which was the only thing that managed to lift my spirits, even if it made me smile. I couldn't help but notice Caroline, who had been grinning at her phone since we walked in. I inquired, perplexed, "What is so amusing that you cannot take your eyes off your phone?" She did not respond, continuing to laugh at her amusement rather than at anything I had said. Her demeanor made me increasingly uncomfortable, prompting me to shift in my seat three times. A sense of jealousy washed over me as I realized she was engrossed in a conversation with someone else. "Caroline?" I called out in a calm tone. She merely shrugged and nodded slightly, avoiding eye contact. "What is it, Lana? You have been calling my name. Please place your order, and I will place mine, as it seems you no
Lana pov As I got closer to the woman, she had already purchased her package and was about to leave when I quickly called out to her. "Excuse me, miss. Good evening," I said in a calm tone, flashing a wide smile. She furrowed her brows and took a small step back. "Hello..." "It's me, Lana, the woman who brought her baby to Bianca's orphanage. Don't you remember? It's me!" I repeated, trying to help her recognize me, but she looked confused by my words. Why was she so taken aback by my description? "Ma'am, I don't understand you, and I can't recall you, Lana. I did work at the orphanage as a cleaner, but so many people come through that I can't remember them all." Tears began to flow down my face as I stood there in silence. "Madan, do you really not recognize her? This is Lana," Caroline said gently, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat. The woman shook her head. "No, I don't know her." "Then where is my child?" I shouted, my voice reverberating around us. The woman's f
Lana pov As I entered my office, I bumped into someone, and the impact sent a jolt of pain through my shoulder. I hunched over, rubbing the spot where the pain radiated. "Ah!" I groaned. Who could have hit me so hard? The force wasn't anything gentle. When I looked up, I saw it was Donovan. I took a step back, my anger flaring. What was that all about? I approached him and tapped his shoulder. "Did you have weights on your shoulders? That was just a simple bump, and I’m…," but he cut me off. "I'm sorry, Lana, it was an accident," he said, his voice sincere and his eyes downcast. I didn’t care about his apologies; I wasn’t going to let it slide. "You… ouch!" I winced again. "Sorry…" "If you touch me again, I swear I’ll use my pen to send you to your grave, you idiot! How could you be so careless?" I growled, but he kept his eyes on the floor. Memories flooded back of how I had pleaded for his forgiveness, only for him to throw divorce papers at me. What a disrespectf
Sarah pov I secretly tracked my husband Donovan's whereabouts after he left home early as if he had a business meeting with his employees. He had mentioned this during our late-night conversation. My heart sank when he brought up visiting the office the next day to discuss something with his team. It had been months since he had such a significant idea. The next morning, his cheerful demeanor raised my suspicions; something felt off, and I wasn't going to ignore it. As soon as he drove off in his red Camry TRD, I decided to follow him. Perhaps he needed an escort; who knows? I drove slowly to avoid drawing attention. I thought to myself that Princess always knew how to handle things as I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes fixed on his car. Suddenly, I realized he was heading to Lana's office again. I parked a meter away, ensuring I had a clear view. I waited for him to step out of his car, not for any particular reason, but to understand why he was there. My jaw dropped
Lana pov It's been ages—like, weeks turning into months—since I last laid eyes on Bryan, but I absolutely must grab him some chocolate from the Mall. I've got this grand plan to swing by his school before they close up shop for the day. As the morning sun beamed into my room, it was like a spotlight saying, "Hey, sleepyhead, rise and shine!" I tried to block out the rays that were practically begging to invade my eyelids since I forgot to close the curtains. "Lana, wake up! It's morning! I made breakfast for us!" That voice? Totally Caroline. But wait a minute… I shot up, tossing the throw pillow I was clutching like a lifeline. Did Caroline seriously crash at my place without me even knowing? I whispered to myself, glancing at the clock—6:00 am. Way too early for breakfast, but honestly, that’s not even my main concern. What on earth is she doing here? I stormed over to my wardrobe, flinging it open with a bang that echoed like a dramatic entrance. I snatched my pajamas and thre
Lana pov I gasped, my hands flying to my cheeks in disbelief when Caroline suddenly leaped in front of Sarah and slapped her right across the face. “Are you out of your mind? How could you even think about slapping Mrs. Lana? Have you completely lost it?” She growled, fury radiating from her. Honestly, I was shocked—sure, I didn’t expect her to slap me, but I thought she’d at least drag Bryan away. My heart was racing, imagining the worst possible outcomes. Should I step in or let Caroline have her moment of glory? My face flushed as she prepared to swing at Caroline, but we both caught her hand mid-air. Caroline’s expression was priceless, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What… h-h-how could you?” she stammered, and I jumped in to finish her thought. “What’s the meaning of this? Sweetheart, you started this whole mess! How dare you raise your hand at me? Don’t you have any respect for someone with my level of dignity?” I shot back, releasing her hand and taking a step back.
Author pov The shadows wrapped around Lana like a bad date when nightmares of her child crashed into her mind, sending chills down her spine. She was so rattled, she couldn't even catch her breath. Panting like she just run a marathon, she jolted awake, her eyes racing around the room. And just when she thought it couldn't get worse, she realized Caroline had rolled off the bed during the night. "Caroline? Caroline?" she called out, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Caroline?" she shouted, and just then, the light flicked on, revealing Caroline's wide-eyed expression. "What's the drama, Lana?" she asked, striding over to the bed like she was on a mission. Lana was too breathless to respond, her hands gripping the mattress as her chest heaved. Caroline's face shifted from irritation to genuine worry as she noticed Lana's panicked demeanor. "Lana, what’s going on? You look like you just saw a horror movie!" She hurried over, plopping down next to her and giving her
Anonymous pov I refuse to put her on a pedestal; it's obvious that Caroline prefers chaos over a peaceful life in the city. “Alex, you had one simple job, and you turned it into a disaster with your lazy antics, leaving us with a day full of confusion and disappointment.” “Hey, grab his hands! He needs to stay put,” I commanded, my voice booming with fury, every word dripping with the intensity of my frustration. How could he trade my happiness for his petty revenge? I've been after Caroline for ages, and now he shows up whining about some ridiculous woman named Lana trying to mess with my plans. “Alex, spill it! Where's Caroline?” I stepped closer, watching him squirm against the grip holding him back. “Let me go! I’m not holding Caroline, that witch” he spat out, and my fist tightened as I landed a solid punch on his cheek. “How dare you!” I rubbed my knuckles and hit him again, watching as blood trickled from his lips. Alex's eyes were wide with agony as he stumbled ba