Travis’s eyes open with a panic when he feels the wetness on his arm. Thinking that it’s pouring and the raindrops are dripping off the ceiling of the tent, he almost jumps until… He finds Dawn crying silently in her sleep, tears streaming down his arm. “Dawn!” he mutters, looking worried. Gently wiping her face, he shakes her slowly, careful not to frighten her. “Dawn! Wake up! It’s fine,” he whispers, rubbing her back. “Do-Don’t kill him. Don’t kill my baby boy,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around her belly. Travis’s eyes moisten as she cries in his arms. He holds her without disrupting her dreams, whispering softly, “It’s just a dream. You are alright!” It has become a common occurrence for them. Travis shares the same nightmares, watching her and Asher dying constantly. It has become a part of his life, an unrelenting reminder of everything he must do to protect her and Asher. His heart echoes his sadness as he pulls her closer into his arms, resting her against his
Shadow gets lost when there is so much light on its owner. But One sided light can make its existence distinct. Dawn Clinton is an adopted child who has been living as the shadow of her adoptive sister. She has a vague memory of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton who has been missing for ten years. However, like a blessing, she was married to the richest CEO in the city who was supposed to be her sister's fiancé six years ago. Although she was the replacement for her sister and her husband is yet to accept her fully. After six years of marriage, she can't deny the fact that she has been happier. She couldn't have been happier than she is now. After two years of marriage, she was gifted with an adorable son. Tomorrow he is going to be 4 years old. She can't stop planning the birthday party. However, to add a cherry on top, Dawn now looks at the pregnancy test on her hand. Her face turns red and warm. She can't help but feel excited to see her husband as soon as possible
Exhaustion has taken over her body. She slowly moves herself into the house after searching for a whole day. The searching team has already sent her the negative responses one after one, like stabbing from a knife. Tears have dried out. She has done everything to find her son. She asked the community's CCTV footage and visited the traffic controlling office if they saw anyone or any foreign cars leaving her mansion. However, the response is still negative. As if her son suddenly disappeared from the house like air. The pain in her lower abdomen is like someone punching her stomach. She feels the cramps are getting stronger. But she has no strength to focus on her body. She can't live without her son. She can't live without him at all. Almost crawling back into the house, she sits on the floor right middle of the living room, trying not to cry more..Her consciousness is fighting against her to shut. But she can't lose her mind.. She must find her son anywhere. He is someth
Dawn's eyes slowly shift on Nancy who is looking at her with a firm expression. Her word brings a rush of confusion as she hears her words. " What did you just say?" She asks, her voice cracking. " You told him to hide in the trunk until Young Master returned. You deleted all the video footage from the computer. Don't lie!" " NANCY!!!" Dawn screams, as tears stream down her face, " Don't - Don't dare to say something horrible and cruel like this. When did I tell my son to go there? When? We both searched every single car. We found him nowhere and now you are -!" She collapses on the floor, as the cramps in her stomach get stronger. " You, out of Everyone, accused me of killing my own son?" Dawn shouts her lung out, unable to understand why they are trying to make her a murderer of her own son. " I don't care. I don't care what you all want to say. Just give me my son. My Asher. My Baby!" She crawls back to her husband who is crying as much as she is. But he steps back, not lett
To repay the kindness of her adoptive parents, despite knowing that her sister's fiancé would never love her, she accepted that marriage. Living in foster care, being bullied by others and having no family made her think that she owed them for taking her in. She lived her entire life as the shadow of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton. She left on her engagement day and never returned. To reserve the place of the wife of Travis so that other women couldn't marry him or take him away from the Clinton family, who thought of him as the door of their fortune, she was ordered to marry him. Dawn thought she would have to act like a good wife and once her sister returned, she would get divorced without any problems. However, from the time being, she accepted her role as a good wife who never complained, argues or demanded anything. She knew her husband didn't love her. She knew she was the shadow of her sister who was always there, looking down on her. But except for loving her, T
- Dawn's POV- Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, and I try to fight it, to hold on. But it's like trying to grasp water, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try. As I lie here, dying on the floor of the living room, a thousand thoughts race through my mind. My son, my unborn babies. Will they blame me for this cruel outcome of our lives? Will Travis forgive her and have his own family now? I never hated him. But now, thinking of him choosing her over his son's death and his unborn baby, my heart fills with disgust and hatred. I will never forgive him. Never. The pain is fading now, replaced by a numbness that spreads through my limbs. It's almost peaceful, in a way. A release from the constant ache of a life spent in the shadows. A release from the painful fate. Freedom to be with my son. And then, there is nothing. For a moment, it's like I'm floating in darkness, weightless, alone. I think this is the end, that everything will simply fade away. B
Opening the trunk of my car, I keep staring at it with a sullen gaze, my hand instinctively reaching for my belly. The madness to take revenge on everyone who hurt my son intensifies each time I look at the empty space inside. I know everything was a lie. I’ve checked twice, thrice, and countless times, hoping to find him. But he wasn’t there. My heart aches, yet there’s a strange happiness bubbling inside me, a joy at the chance I’ve been given. A chance I never thought possible. I keep thanking God for sending me back to this time, to when Asher is growing inside me. This means I can rebuild his life, make it safe and warm from the very start. I grab the shopping bag filled with 25 hydrangea plants and a bouquet of gardenias. Asher loves gardenias. Closing the trunk, I walk toward the garden, my steps firm with purpose. I know what’s going to happen in the future. And I will change everything. I place the plants aside and put the gardenias under the big cherry tree. This is whe
A selfish husband who watched me die, a cruel adoptive sister who made me her shadow forever, and parents who used me as the last card in their game to fulfill their selfish greed—it’s the best chance to take revenge on them and protect my son from everyone.I will make him give up his parental rights to my son, I will destroy her life and career, and my dearest family, who wanted me to repay kindness they never showed, I will destroy them along with their selfish and greedy daughter.This time, your mama will shine, baby. Your mama will make them pay for everything.“My Lady! Are you okay?”Butler Uncle looks dumbfounded as if he’s seen a ghost. Well, I can’t blame him for that. I never went to a shop or used such a large amount of money. This time, I will get rid of everything that makes me feel like her puppet.“Don’t worry, Butler Uncle! Your master is a billionaire. I don’t think he’ll mind if I use the card he gifted me!” I show him the black card that Travis gave me.That’s rig
Travis’s eyes open with a panic when he feels the wetness on his arm. Thinking that it’s pouring and the raindrops are dripping off the ceiling of the tent, he almost jumps until… He finds Dawn crying silently in her sleep, tears streaming down his arm. “Dawn!” he mutters, looking worried. Gently wiping her face, he shakes her slowly, careful not to frighten her. “Dawn! Wake up! It’s fine,” he whispers, rubbing her back. “Do-Don’t kill him. Don’t kill my baby boy,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around her belly. Travis’s eyes moisten as she cries in his arms. He holds her without disrupting her dreams, whispering softly, “It’s just a dream. You are alright!” It has become a common occurrence for them. Travis shares the same nightmares, watching her and Asher dying constantly. It has become a part of his life, an unrelenting reminder of everything he must do to protect her and Asher. His heart echoes his sadness as he pulls her closer into his arms, resting her against his
The car pulls up in front of a vast expanse of land. At first glance, Dawn is confused by the darkness. She glances at Travis as he steps out of the car. Her heart starts thumping. She trusts him, but this scenario—away from the city, shrouded in darkness, the sound of crickets echoing in the air, and no one else around—makes her tremble slightly.She cradles her belly, trying not to let doubts creep in about whether Travis would ever hurt her or the baby."Why are we here? This doesn’t look like a date!" she asks, her jaw clenched tightly.Travis notices the troubled expression on her face. He opens her door and gently pecks her cheek. "We’re here!" he says with a grin.She tilts her head, trying to understand what’s happening, but her eyes widen in shock as the surroundings suddenly become illuminated by thousands of lights.The entire path is lined with glowing lights and vibrant flowers, forming arches that look like floral gates. At the end of the road stands a giant tent."What’
Surprisingly, the rest of the party goes smoothly. Danny is overly protective of Dawn, and even Tiara can’t stop talking about it. However, there are visible walls of friendship between them. Dawn feels overjoyed to spend what she believes might be her last moments with Danny. She knows he will soon become sick and pass away, which breaks her heart. Danny has turned into the kind of sweet friend she has always wanted. Meanwhile, Spring keeps her distance and avoids Dawn entirely, choosing instead to hang out with her own friends. Tiara is busy replying to Travis’s endless messages—about the bodyguards, the female waitstaff he sends, and everything else. Tiara is shocked when Travis first confides in her about his plan. He knows he won’t get much time to stay with Dawn, but he wants to ensure that everyone working at the event is replaced by his own people. So now, all the female staff and male security guards are part of the Ericson security team. “So, what about you coming to
"Dawn! Let's have dinner together!" Jake approaches her after finding her alone in the corner of the room. She has been trying to find Danny, who has yet to arrive. The sole purpose of coming here is to meet Danny, so it's upsetting that he hasn’t shown up yet. "Thank you. But I am a bit busy!" she says while trying to message Danny. "I don't know what happened between us, Dawn, but I don't want to ruin our friendship. Millie misses you too!" Dawn looks at him, clearly uninterested in his words. "Mr. Jake, I don't think we have any friendship." "Jake! What are you doing?" Spring approaches them and wraps her hand around his arm. "Oh! Dawn? Sorry! In this room, staying five feet apart is impossible since we're at the same party. Anyway, I think you’ve met my boyfriend. This is Jake." She grins. "So rest assured, I won’t come after Travis!" She chuckles, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Dawn looks unbothered once again and dials a number. The only friend who always had her back w
"My Lady!" Dawn flinches at the sound of a female voice behind her. The running faucet muffles the words, but she turns to find a female waitress standing there. Before Dawn can say anything, the waitress places a folded piece of paper on her purse and quickly leaves the restroom. Confused, Dawn picks up the note and glances at it. Her expression hardens, but she remains silent. Moments later, some of her classmates enter the bathroom. Among them is Nora Brown, her unmistakable presence commanding the room. Not wanting to waste energy on people she deems unimportant, Dawn turns to leave. But just as she reaches the door, a hand blocks her path. "So, you got pregnant!" Nora’s smirk widens as she shoves Dawn against the wall. "I wonder if the man who knocked you up knows how worthless you really are." Dawn gently shields her belly, her expression calm and composed. Her lack of reaction only fuels Nora’s rage. "Nora!" one of her underlings hisses, glancing nervously at the
What can they do now? Play petty games and act like bullies again? Dawn exhales sharply, her fingers gripping the edge of her phone as Travis's message flickers on the screen. His words carry a weight of guilt and concern. He has arranged for her to attend the reunion with bodyguards. She wants to be angry at him for being so overprotective, but deep down, she knows his actions stem from love. He’s been working himself to the bone, determined to clear his schedule before the final month of her pregnancy. The pressure he carries is palpable, his desire to protect her and their unborn son consuming him. After everything they’ve endured—the threats, the near-misses—he refuses to take any risks. Dawn sets her phone down, her chest tightening. She wishes Travis could be here tonight, but she doesn’t dwell on the thought for long. Tiara, stepped in at the last moment, eager to take his place. Tiara’s presence feels like a shield, a reminder that Dawn doesn’t have to face her past al
"What's the name of that bar?" Brewing teas for both of them, Travis asks in a serious tone, his hands steady. "I don't know. I don't remember!" Dawn shrugs as if it’s unimportant, though her fingers fidget against the table. "But I can gather other information!" Travis nods quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "So, you’ve been investigating things!" "Yeah. What did you think? That I would sit back and do nothing?" she snaps, her voice sharp but controlled. "I was planning to raise my baby away from everyone. And once he turned into an adult, I’d return home to kill you and her!" Travis’s eyes widen slightly. "Excuse me?" His brows arch, and he straightens in his seat. "You aren’t killing anyone!" "Relax," she says, waving a dismissive hand. "It’s just angry, intrusive thoughts. All I want is to see Spring and whoever the bastard is, suffering." "Same target," Travis mutters, pouring the hot tea into two delicate cups—the same tea she used to brew for him during calmer tim
"Are you really taking my picture? I don't think I have a photogenic figure—" She hasn't even completed her words when he captures a picture of her. "Blue suits you perfectly!" he compliments, admiring the picture. "Let me see!" she says, looking genuinely interested. Travis hands her the phone and walks into the kitchen to grab a water bottle. Dawn sits at the table and admires how perfectly he captured the picture. She didn't know he was such a good photographer. She tries to zoom in on the picture to look closely at the necklace, but she accidentally swipes to the next picture. To her surprise, Dawn blinks twice when she notices a picture of herself standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, cradling her belly with a gentle smile on her face. It seems like a professional photographer took the photo. She swipes again. This time, she is talking to her in-laws and enjoying her time. Another swipe shows her standing by bushes of roses, holding some she later put in a vase for
Although she told Holden to investigate the sushi bar, her thoughts stay stuck on that matter. She understands that Spring is a crazy woman who would do anything to get what she wants. However, who else wants to kill her child and even her husband? Who are they? Why do they want to harm them? As questions keep creeping into her mind, her attention swiftly moves to her phone. After returning from that café, Dawn notices the group chat is lively. Since today, there are a few messages from the admin on dates and locations, nothing else. While heading downstairs to enjoy an evening with her father-in-law, she decides to check. But her eyebrows slightly rise when she notices the company’s name. She pauses for a few seconds before starting to read the messages properly. Nora Brown, one of her bullies, is the main topic and... her heart flutters when she notices a certain message from her classmates: “Nora, that bitch, has been banned from Ericson Companies!” Right below the messag