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, stroking his hair while casting a glance in my direction. "Mrs. Lana Gray?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I smiled at the speaker as I approached the stage to address the audience, yet my mind remained preoccupied with the child. How could Donovan have fathered a child when he was impotent? Had he adopted a child? No, this was impossible; I could stake my life on the fact that Donovan was incapable of having children. The atmosphere on stage was charged with unspoken anticipation, as the audience directed their attention towards me, eagerly awaiting my welcoming address. I took a moment to clear my throat into the microphone, inhaling and exhaling deeply, as if my breath were about to falter. “I am grateful for the presence of everyone here today, from the… umm…” I momentarily lost my train of thought, chuckling softly as the audience responded with applause, finding humor in the absurdity of the situation. I scanned the crowd in search of the boy rumored to be Donovan's son. “I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Jan for his assistance with the project during my absence.” I glanced toward the area where the aforementioned participant was seated, and he promptly waved to the five individuals in attendance, who responded with applause. I positioned my arms on the pulpit while gripping the microphone, and I extended a greeting to the new clients present for the project launch. As I was speaking, the speaker approached and leaned in to whisper to me, "Ma'am, Mr. Donovan is also here and will take the microphone after your speech." His tone was calm, yet his words awakened a deep-seated resentment I harbored for that name. "Until then," I replied, maintaining my gaze on the audience. He nodded and stepped aside, but I remained resolute in my decision to never reconcile with those who have inflicted pain on me, particularly Donovan. The suffering he caused will echo loudly, rendering any plea for mercy a mere refrain. I indicated that Mr. Jan would take the microphone, proceeding with the next step of the event. At that moment, the individual who had previously conveyed information to me approached, reminding me about Donovan. I responded with a furrowed brow, which effectively expressed my thoughts on the matter. Mr. Jan entered the stage with a sinister grin, and I glanced at Donovan, who appeared taken aback by my actions. This marked the onset of his troubles. "Thank you, Mrs. Lana," Mr. Jan said, extending his hand for a shake, which I accepted with pleasure. "Let us give a round of applause to this remarkable woman," he announced into the microphone, and the audience acknowledged this with applause. I offered a wave and stepped down from the stage, my heels echoing with each step until I reached the final step and returned to my seat. A few minutes after the entire incident, I felt a pressing need to use the restroom; however, I was approached by an investor who had attended a seminar with me. Unfortunately, we had not established a rapport due to my inherent distance from him. His demeanor was hardly sympathetic, and I recalled his disrespectful attitude towards a cleaner during the seminar, leading me to question his capacity for human empathy. "Mrs. Lana," he called out, his voice trailing behind me, but I chose to ignore him, recognizing the foolishness of my actions. I snorted in frustration, clenching my fists. He called out again, "Mrs. Lana," this time with a harsher tone, perhaps irritated by my silence. I felt a surge of anger as I muttered through gritted teeth, "What is your problem? Can't you just leave me alone? I despise it when you intrude upon my life. Don't you understand?” I apologize, Mrs. Lana, but I require your confident approval to join your company. I have lucrative dispensing deals to propose, he stated. As I prepared to endure his nonsensical chatter, I crossed my arms beneath my chest, observing the self-absorbed young man. "Deal" he inquired. I responded, "I do not require any deal from you; simply leave me be. I have other clients to attend to and do not wish to engage in business with you. Please, just go away. Who invited you to this opportunity? It was intended for potential candidates, not for you," I retorted, allowing him to wallow in his disappointment. I cannot negotiate with someone of his character. With a sharp hiss, I closed the door forcefully and leaned against it, exhaling deeply. What a nuisance! Overwhelmed by the memories of my late husband, I felt my heart tremble with the weight of an unrefined past. I encountered my ex-husband, whom I hold in disdain, as I lowered my gaze. It was then that I noticed a young boy who had referred to Donovan as his father earlier. "Hello, young prince, what brings you to the ladies' restroom?" I inquired, to which he responded with a furrowed brow, "I need to use the restroom, ma'am. I didn't realize this was a women's facility," he replied calmly, his voice imbued with sincerity. Strangely, Donavon has a son.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
Surprise visit Donovan's pov I walked back and forth in my office while Sarah stood with her arms crossed, exhaling forcefully like a distressed animal.Frustrated, I shouted, "Aahhh! Sarah, you are nothing but a witch! How could you possibly deliver such a speech about—" She interrupted me, stating, "About Lana." "Donovan, it is time for you to decide between me and Lana. I am tired of hearing about Lana this and Lana that," she growled, advancing towards me. I felt my anger rising, a feeling I was reluctant to unleash upon her. "I despise this farce of a marriage," I retorted, pushing past her with a dismissive gesture. "Excuse me, Sarah, what are you doing in my office? I left home earlier than necessary to escape your incessant complaints, and you dare to come here and continue your tirade." I motioned myself to the shelf as she also followed behind ranting and chasing me from one side of my office to the other. Hunny you have to listen to me, I am doing everything for your
SEXSarah pov“You assured me of intimacy, so prepare yourself and get in the right mindset. I can overlook your earlier reference to Lana, but the commitment to intimacy remains non-negotiable.” I noted this as I allowed my towel to drop effortlessly. “Please refrain from this behavior! I am exhausted and require some rest. There will be no intimacy tonight; it was an error to have made such a promise.” Donovan's remarks elicited an unexpected fit of laughter and applause, reminiscent of mindless gossip. “What did you just say?” I inquired, looking at him with a blank expression.I observed him as he wrapped himself in the duvet, enveloping his entire body from head to toe. It struck me as rather immature for him to believe he could prevent me from engaging in intimacy with him. "Let us take a shower, Donovan, before we proceed with whatever we are about to do," I suggested, but he merely laughed. “We share nothing in common interests.”In a fit of anger, I gestured towards the wa
TERMINATED CONTRACT WITH LAWSUITLANA POVAs I gazed at the documents being filed under my company, I couldn't help but remind all my employees about the importance of not accepting unauthorized files. Gathering the entire staff in the hall, I was too preoccupied with the turmoil caused by Sarah throughout the week to address them myself. "Mr. Jan, please take the lead," I said calmly, absentmindedly running my hand through my hair and keeping a serene smile on my lips. "Of course, Mrs. Lana," he replied. I observed as he straightened his tie and cleared his throat before confidently discussing the issue of accepting files.“Mrs. Lana, the file belonging to Mr. Donovan has also been included among the documents presented.” Mr. Jan remarked, indicating the file toward me. A wave of anger washed over me as memories began to resurface. A single file had been the catalyst for my divorce from Donovan, and now he seeks to engage in a business arrangement with my company. It is foolish of
Lana povHow could she possibly label me as weak? This thought consumed my mind as I directed a fierce glare at Caroline, who appeared completely unaware of the implications of her words. “Did you just refer to me as a weak woman?” I finally voiced my concern, yet she paid me no mind, engrossed in her chocolate bar. I couldn't help but wonder where she had acquired such a treat while seated here, dismissing me as a weak individual.She leaped out without a moment's pause and faced me directly. “I was not joking, Lana; you tend to take everything lightly, which is why Clara feels compelled to impose her foolishness upon you.” Her voice dripped with malice as she spoke. I cannot afford to be lighthearted when conveying the truth. She persisted, yet I could sense the weight of her sincerity regarding the matters at hand. I understood that she was attempting to transform me into a ruthless and unfeeling individual, but I was not prepared to embrace that change.Can we skip speaking of