Travis thought he would be in hell for hurting his children and his wife. However, a push from behind made him snap out of his daze. He stood there, confused and numb. The strong squeeze in his heart was somehow released. He looked around, only to find his parents staring at him with concern. "Spring left. But we are here. We will support you!" Travis felt confused. He couldn't understand why he would dream of the day he hated so much. The love he had for Spring vanished from his heart because he always hated when people abandoned him. So why would he dream of that day instead of a day with Dawn? Unable to comprehend, he walked toward Dawn's room. He wanted to see Dawn, even if it was just a dream. But he stopped when he found Dawn, looking concerned and hungry, sitting in her room as if she were ready to take the blame for her sister. He wanted to apologize, wanted to hug her. But he stopped when his mother came to him. "Travis! You are scaring that kid!" A kid? Trav
After waking up with an intense craving for something sour, Dawn finds herself trapped in the firm embrace of two strong arms. To make matters worse, she isn’t even on her side, the position she prefers. Despite the frustration bubbling inside her, she knows exactly who the culprit is. It’s Travis. She used to unconsciously snuggle into his arms whenever they shared a bed.“Let go!” she mutters, her voice muffled by sleep and irritation.Her stomach growls loudly, a discomfort that’s become all too familiar since entering her second trimester. Her emotions are chaotic — a storm of frustration, nausea, and helplessness. Tears threaten to form, adding to her sense of hopelessness.Dawn pushes at him again, managing to loosen his hold just slightly. Travis, still sound asleep, shifts and murmurs softly, " It's ok! Everything is alright."“I said let me go! I’m hungry!” she complains, her patience finally snapping. Without thinking, she bites his arm lightly.That does the trick. Travis j
At first, Travis watches Dawn stepping away from him heartbreakingly once he spits those words out. Her eyes widen in shock and pure concern. Her hands clutch around her belly with that look that says everything, "So you are back? For what?" Although she says nothing but steps aside, Travis knows that since the cat is out of the bag, he needs to do whatever he should to keep her protected and alert at this point. He watches her staring at him, even though she is the one who already assumed that he is back. Maybe she didn't actually believe that he could be back. "I am back. And I regret everything!" He says, being honest with himself and the woman he always cherished. "You regret? Regret what? Marrying me or—!" "Will you give me a chance to explain? We both know how the situation is and how things have been planned by Spring perfectly! So, let's talk. Later, you can blame me, hate me openly, and..." He pauses, his eyes filled with sadness, "divorce me for being a father wh
There is a very few people who bring happiness in your life. Certainly they can be your family or anyone from the world who you never met. And at some point, those relationships, from blood related to no blood related relationship, make life way much better and brighter than you ever anticipated. Travis was a boy of few words. Falling in love with Spring it was a fresh, understandably nice. Travis can't say that he didn't love her. Spring's fake façade when she acted innocent and perfect was the perfect type that Travis wanted. A woman who could understand him, respect his boundaries and respects his feelings the way it should be. But he was a teenage boy who fell in love for the first time. He had that rose colored glass that stopped him wondering how a person could be so perfect in every aspect of her life. Also him being a perfect person didn't make him think that another person can't be perfect. But Travis is a man with self-respect. The day Spring walked out of the engagement,
Dawn is beyond shock—saying she is shocked would be an understatement. Travis, who isn’t good at explaining things except in business, said something that didn’t sound like he was making excuses. It explained everything that had happened to her throughout the six years.She is even surprised that he remembers everything thoroughly. But she is astonished after realizing how deep the level of deception was.There were some incidents that nobody was supposed to know about—not even Nancy. But Nancy knew, twisted the truth, and sent it to Travis, who patiently rejected all accusations against her.One of them is the cruelest she has ever heard.After her 23rd birthday, her in-laws sent her and Travis away for personal time after Asher's birth. Although Asher was a calm and observant child like his father, handling a baby was still difficult. So, her in-laws decided to give her a break with a three-day exclusive honeymoon suite package to enjoy time together.At first, she noticed Travis's
It was confirmed that behind the scenes, the truth always hides with eye-opening information.Dawn, who hated Travis for his betrayal, can't feel that way anymore. Now, when she looks at him, she feels a deep respect. Can a person truly stand firm against all the accusations and fake evidence against his wife? What was Travis thinking at that time? Was love enough to trust her fully? If he did it for love, how deeply did he love her?She stands up, feeling a heavy weight lifted off her chest. She turns to Travis with a soft smile. "Thank you."Travis knits his brows and stands up. "Why?""For working hard. If I were in your shoes, I would have left you without a second thought.""But I couldn't protect you!" Travis's voice cracks, regret never leaving him."It was inevitable. Like they said, there were masterminds behind everything. If they couldn’t get you, they would have found another way to hurt us.""Don't you hate me? I...""Stop blaming yourself, Travis!" she says, holding
The next morning, her eyes open to a warm sensation on her forehead. She wakes up to find Travis heading out, while a tray of breakfast with her favorite freshly squeezed orange juice sits on the nightstand. "Travis?" she mutters. But Travis is already out of the room, probably heading to his company. She takes a deep breath; all the information about her previous life has been a big deal to digest. She is more wary and determined to destroy Spring's life in every aspect. As she gets off the bed, her attention goes to the food tray. A small note sticks to the edge of the tray. Furrowing her brows, she grabs it. "There are a few things I have in the refrigerator. You might like them!" Dawn's expression shifts with curiosity. She doesn’t hesitate to see what's in the refrigerator. As soon as she opens the door, a familiar smell makes her smile brighter. She grabs all the containers with different kinds of stews from various restaurants she used to like. But her expression turns
"Sweetheart! What are you doing?" Mr. Ericson knocks on the door as he walks into the house with a bunch of healthy snacks and fruits. He smiles, watching Dawn reading a book. "What kind of book is it? Romance?" Mr. Ericson sits on the couch across from her and grabs a box of grapes. "No, Dad. It's thriller and crime. I'm trying to figure out how to make people miserable!" she says with a serious expression, which makes Mr. Ericson struggle to hold back his laughter. "Really? I think you should watch dramas. They really know how to make things hard for each other!" He walks toward the kitchen and starts washing some grapes. "Do you need an orange too, Princess?" Dawn glances at the packets and yells, "No, Dad! But can you get me some ice cream? I think my brain is freezing!" Mr. Ericson looks at her, confused. "You should drink warm tea to prevent freezing. Should I brew some tea?" "No, Dad! You don't understand!" Dawn sits up and turns to him. "If you catch a cold, eat i
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