Chapter 87

Desperate Measures

Donovan's Pov

No, it wasn't just me. It wasn't the fact that I was clenching and unclenching my fist when I realized how these men kept ogling her while she was completely unaware, digging her fork into the vegetable on her plate.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, but every moment I set my eyes on her it was like I was getting to know her all over again. She had sides to her that I just didn't know existed when we were still together. Married.

Sighing, I dug my fork into my plate. I shouldn't be recalling the past. But sometimes, I wondered if she cared about it anymore. I hurt her, badly, and I hated myself for it, for letting the best thing that had happened to me go.

"So Lana. How's work?" Bryan asked, breaking the silence as he tried to stir up a conversation.

Lana looked up from her plate, gaze flipping between both me and my son before she looked back at her plate once again, nodding.

"I guess. It's okay." She said, chewing on her vegetables.

"Dad tol