In a calm and peaceful café, Mr Holden has been sitting for a while, staring at the information he has got. While his eyebrows are arched with a tensed frown, his shoulder loosens up a bit. He has been working with Dawn for almost a month, and so far, he doesn't understand one single thing--- How does she know everything before? Things that never happened or things that only Spring should know about. While tapping his chin with a deep frown between his eyebrows, he looks up at the person who taps on his shoulder, " Detective Holden! You are too busy to have a drink with me nowadays! Did you win a lottery or something?" Maxine Ray, his old friend sits across the table and smirks. " It's a Private Investigator, Now, Mr Ray." He said with a sarcasm. " Well, it's not like the bureau kicked you out of the team. You left." Max shrugs, " Yes, By Choice." Holden looks at the files. " What are you looking at?" Max takes a glance at the files... " Spring -!" Holden immedi
" She has been fired. Now she can't even apply for any kind of job!!" Mr Holden smirks while showing the message to Dawn who remains silent. She knows this is happening because she would do anything to make things happen as she wants. But today, her focus is on a different place. She looks at Holden with an unbothered expression, " Did you find that woman? My biological mother!" Holden flinches a bit. But he shakes his head. " I am trying. Anyway, Can I get your hair? I would like to run a DNA test. Just in case we have any records on your biological parents!" Dawn frowns. She doesn't care about her biological family. However she wants to know why she was abandoned. There is something she needs to know about her own life. She spent a life without knowing that she had her parents alive. Now in this life, whether she will be alive or not on her son's birthday, she wants to know about her roots. She runs her fingers through her hair and puts a strand of hair on the table, "
“There’s something wrong with Spring’s case,” Mr. Holden says over the phone.For the first time, Dawn returns to the house where her life once shattered. She steps onto the floor where she had lain bleeding, her husband cradling their son’s lifeless body beside her. With a nonchalant expression, she stands silently, pressing her phone to her ear.“What is it?” she asks, her voice cold and sharp. “Is someone helping her get out?” She wouldn’t be surprised if it’s Travis—just like before, helping her sister return. “No, that’s not it.”No? Then what’s stopping Spring from getting out? Dawn made sure her sister’s life would spiral with no chance of redemption. But she wants to crush it entirely, to squeeze every last bit of hope out of her.“Someone sued her for fraud. Now she’s stuck there, at least until she gets bailed out.”“Fraud?”“Yes, but I can’t dig up more details. It’s an exclusive case. Maybe she angered someone higher up,” Holden says, glancing at the report. “Do you want
Leonora Garner looks as if she’s seen a ghost, her face drained of color. Her eyes drop, avoiding the piercing gaze of the man she once loved in her youth. His voice cuts into her, stabbing at her heart, “Why did you lie about my daughter? Why did you—?” "How did you find her?" she interrupts, trembling but determined not to let him see her fear. “You weren’t supposed to find her.” His face twists with anger. “Is that all you have to say? Do you have any idea how much I suffered because of this? Do you know what happened after you told me you’d aborted our child?” he snaps, his voice shaking. “Are you happy, Leonora? Living your best life, betraying me, abandoning our child to strangers. Are you happy?” “Cruel people? They’re good people. They’re rich. They are—” “Enough!” Mr. Holden growls, the room seeming to tremble with his fury. “How heartless can someone be? How are you not haunted by karma? You should be rotting somewhere for the lives you’ve destroyed. Listen!” He steps c
Unexpectedly, it’s Spring’s parents who bail her out, not Travis as Dawn had expected. Now, Dawn is left wondering why Travis was even there if he wasn’t the one helping Spring. Or is he somehow connected to the fraud case Mr. Holden mentioned? A week passes. Tomorrow is the party, and Dawn has been so busy shopping and organizing that she has almost forgotten about Spring and all the negativity in her life. She wants to enjoy this time with people who actually treat her like she matters.Now, she’s standing outside the house, about to have dinner with Travis, who hasn’t been home in days. She’s noticed so many changes in him lately. In her past life, he was heavily involved during her pregnancy, but this time, it’s different. In the three weeks since she’s been back, she’s only seen him a few times, like he’s stopped acknowledging their marriage altogether. Yet, she often wakes up to a clean house and a refrigerator full of the food she likes. With so many servants, she knows nobod
The annual celebration has started, and Dawn is busy hosting guests, especially relatives and extended family from the Ericson side. Tiara is helping, although she’s mostly stationary since she isn’t supposed to move around too much. The Ericson couple, on the other hand, are busy mingling with their partners and clients. “Sis! You don’t have to climb the stairs to help with the kids. They’ve got nannies for that!” Tiara calls out, concerned as she notices Dawn fussing over the children upstairs, bringing juice and snacks even though there are plenty of servants available. But Dawn, being Dawn, keeps checking on the kids—it’s her way of staying close to thoughts of her own child. She holds a tray of ice cream and fruit jelly cake and heads toward the staircase. She’s glad that everyone has their own tasks until the after-party begins. Tiara is handling makeup and outfits for the women, and Dawn has been in charge of giving tours and showing the pregnant women their facilities. Now,
"Hi!" Jack softly waves his hand as Dawn approaches with a glass of milk for Janet. She finds herself growing more fond of the little girl, who isn’t a picky eater or a messy one—a rare trait in children. Janet, on her best behavior, finishes her meal and eagerly waits for her milk as dessert. Dawn’s heart warms at the sight. She can’t help but compare Janet to Asher, who is just as particular about food as his father. Travis refuses to eat anything outside a short list of dishes. Even when he’s away most of the time, he still demands she cook for him whenever he returns, brushing aside the efforts of their chefs. Lately, though, Travis doesn’t even acknowledge her presence like he used to. The growing distance gives her plenty of time to think about how she will leave him behind for good. She no longer wants revenge, even though he has betrayed her love and allowed another woman to tear apart their family. Still, she knows that seeing Spring—the woman Travis can’t seem to get o
Travis lays her down on the bed and quietly grabs the blanket. She has been terrified and confused about what just happened. In her previous life, nothing like this ever happened to her, but—there had been rumors about some drunk people trying to enter one of their rooms. That means in this life, it happened, and she became the victim. While trembling, her hands keep rubbing her belly. When that man pushed her against the bed, he pressed her belly to control her hands, so it's hurting a bit. Feeling utterly distraught and disgusted by the incident, she curls herself into a ball and keeps sobbing. "I’ll call the doctor. You take some rest," Travis says while covering her with the blanket. He places her phone on the nightstand along with a glass of water. As he turns to leave, she grabs his wrist, staring at him, exhausted and terrified. What if someone else enters the room? She doesn’t want to be alone right now. "You need something?" he asks, his voice gentle as he presses the
Five days ago, The last call Travis received from Dawn, saying she was being stalked by someone, sent a shiver down his spine. The link indicated that she was at a mall, waiting for Tiara. That was when she noticed the same person who had been in every shop they visited. At first, she didn't think much of it, but when she entered the women's restroom, she realized that the person was standing in front of the door, waiting. Unable to do anything with her heavily pregnant belly, she quickly sent a link to Travis, fearing that she might be in danger. Travis left everything behind and rushed straight to the mall. When he arrived, he found her crying, sitting on a bench with Tiara hugging her tightly. Later, he learned that Tiara had threatened the person for standing in front of the restroom like a creep, unaware that he had actually been stalking Dawn. Now, Travis's main focus is to find out who the stalker was while also handling the case of Butler Jacob. Sitting across f
Danny Parker, the boy with striking blue eyes and blonde hair, was always seated near Dawn in class. Despite the constant bullying she endured, Danny remained by her side like a shadow. He would often stand up for her, only to end up beaten by others. Surprisingly, Dawn felt deeply connected to him as a best friend. One day, while studying together in the library, she murmured, "I wish I could stay with you forever. Nobody wants me." Danny’s heart shattered at her words. In that moment, he vowed to be with her forever. But the word forever held different meanings in their two innocent yet exhausted hearts. Danny, a boy who despised being labeled a betrayal child, longed for someone to see him as just Danny, the way Dawn did. Dawn, weary and disheartened, yearned for a lifelong friend—someone who would stay with her for hours without questioning her worth. But their wishes never came true. Dawn had to transfer to another university under the pretense of her sister's decisio
The room feels like a cold, sterile storage unit rather than a place meant for recovery. Danny sits stiffly on the couch, his fingers twitching slightly as he watches the nurse. She moves with gentle precision, adjusting the IV drip before carefully drawing his blood for testing. The faint clink of metal instruments against glass echoes in the silence, amplifying the tension in his chest. A deep voice cuts through the air. “So.” Danny’s eyes flick to the man sitting across from him. Despite the overwhelming dominance radiating from him, there is an odd sense of security in his presence—rather than fear, Danny feels protected. “You knew they were hurting you?” A thin line forms between Danny’s lips, his expression darkening with quiet sorrow. “I know my body. And I know what kind of illness my father had,” he murmurs, his voice calm but laced with an underlying bitterness. “Even though I never showed symptoms, I knew exactly what medicine I needed to protect myself.” He i
When Fate Plays a Twisted GameDanny’s eyelids flutter open just as the IV drip ceases. A dull ache pulses through his body, and a sense of confusion washes over him. His mind struggles to grasp how his health had declined so suddenly. His gaze shifts to Mary, who sits beside him, her eyes filled with worry—a worry that feels too perfect, too rehearsed. "Danny! You have no idea how terrified I was! Your health declined so suddenly—I almost became a widow at twenty-three!" A pang of guilt settles in Danny’s chest, but he knows he cannot blame himself for his illness. He exhales slowly. "I thought this would happen around my thirties, not now…" He pauses before noticing the packed suitcases scattered across the room. "Are we going somewhere? You’ve been busy packing." Mary stills for a moment before approaching him. Wrapping her arms gently around his neck, she presses a soft kiss against his lips. "You don’t know how lucky I feel right now. Not only have you woken up, but one of
Henry’s eyes flutter open with a subtle grunt as the phone rings. Beside him, Mary remains asleep, curled beneath the blanket, her breathing soft and steady. Pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, he stretches an arm toward the nightstand, reaching for the phone. "What’s the time—!?" His brows knit together the moment he sees the caller’s name. His breath catches, and his grip on the device tightens. "Im—Impossible!" he mutters under his breath, throwing the blanket off his legs in one swift motion. His gaze lingers on Mary, a flicker of hesitation and guilt clouding his blue eyes. But the name on the screen—it’s more than just a person to him. It’s a ghost from the past, one he had long believed to be buried. Moving with silent urgency, he slips out of bed and enters his study. Locking the door behind him, he settles before his desk, his fingers trembling slightly. With a press of a button, the monitor flickers to life, revealing the hidden camera feed of the bedroom. His eyes
"We must save him!"Just one line is enough to make her man do the impossible. Dawn has no idea that her husband can start an international conflict with a single snap of his fingers. Travis pulls the curtains and walks quietly toward his wife. She has finally drifted into deep slumber after crying in his arms about Danny. His fingers gently brush against her cheeks, wiping away the traces of her tears. "Dawn," he whispers, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Don't cry for another man. It breaks me." He presses a tender kiss against her forehead. "The last thing I ever want to see is you in tears. Whether it's for me, Asher, or anyone else, just say the word, and I will do it, get it, or claim it for you. But don't cry." His gaze lingers on her, memorizing her peaceful expression. He doesn’t know if his love for her is enough. But even if it isn’t, he will love her more—more than anything in the world. After gently massaging her legs and feet, he steps out of the bedro
Death is a cruel truth that everyone tries not to remember. As time goes by, death creeps closer, an unavoidable fate lurking in the shadows.Danny's life hangs by the few wires connecting him to the machines in a private hospital. His once-handsome face has turned pale, as if someone has applied a lighter shade of foundation over his skin. The beeping of the monitor is steady but weak, a fragile tether between him and the world of the living.The sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the sterile room as a nurse walks in, her hands gripping a few syringes and a vial of blue liquid. Her expression is stiff, her every movement reluctant, as if she has been forced into this moment against her will."Just inject it and leave without making a noise."The command crackles through her earpiece, making her stiffen. She hesitates, her gaze darting toward the wall clock hanging above Danny's head. The second hand ticks forward, a cruel reminder that time waits for no one.Swallowing hard, she grip
Travis rests the iPad on the table and takes a deep breath. His eyes dart around, as if trying to grasp something that makes sense. A sharp exhale escapes his lips as he walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Grabbing a cold beer, he makes his way toward the master bedroom. Leaning against the doorframe, he takes a sip, his gaze fixed on Dawn. Longing, yearning, and a flicker of sadness reflect in the depths of his distinct blue eyes. "Even kindness leads to downfall, doesn’t it?" he mutters, feeling the cold beer burn down his throat. After standing there for a moment, lost in thought, he walks back to the balcony and grabs his phone. "Mr. Holden." "Yes?" Mr. Holden, who has been on the case, trying to dig up any information about Spring and her associates, finally shifts his focus to the call. "Don’t tell Dawn about this. She’ll be upset. I want her to enjoy her life without unnecessary worry." Travis takes another sip, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But…
Travis glances at his sleeping wife, his gaze softening as he takes in her peaceful features. Leaning down, he presses the gentlest kiss to her forehead, his lips barely brushing against her warm skin. A quiet sigh escapes him as he straightens, his movements careful, ensuring he doesn’t wake her. Without another sound, he turns and slips out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. The hallway is dimly lit, shadows stretching along the walls as the night settles over the house. As he moves toward the lobby, his footsteps are measured, his mind already consumed by the weight of his thoughts. He reaches the wooden rocking chair near the window and lowers himself into it, placing his laptop on his lap. The glow from the screen illuminates his face, casting sharp angles as his fingers move over the keyboard with quiet precision. With each passing moment, his expression hardens, his focus narrowing as he clicks through files and documents. The air around him grows heavier, thi