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
Donovan pov So, I decided to hit up the nightclub, you know, the main one where I practically lived during my marriage to Lana. That’s where I first spotted Sarah, but she was just another face in the crowd, totally clueless about the scene until we started hanging out and suddenly it became her second home. But I digress. My eyes were glued to the dance floor, where this stunning stripper with chocolate skin was wrapping her legs around the pole like it was her best friend. I was mesmerized, completely lost in her performance, until the bartender snapped me back to reality. “Hey, Mr. Donovan, you good?” he grinned. I turned to him, flashed a smile back, and said, “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” while adjusting my stool and resting my arms on the counter, my mind wandering off again. I was totally lost in the moment, staring at the dancer who dared to lock eyes with me and flash that cheeky smile while her hips moved like they were in a dance-off with the beat. Sure, there was a litt
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 ru
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 POVMother? The voice echoed in my mind as I came to the realization of reuniting with my child. The same child I now recognized bore the traits and characteristics of my own offspring; it could not be 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?" s