" 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
After meeting his parents and some business partners, Travis heads to the restroom. The lack of sleep has left him with a throbbing headache, and the earlier incident still lingers in his mind, fueling his rage. He knows he won’t feel any peace until he sees those culprits punished. Splashing cold water on his face, he glances at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening. "Did you fight with Dawn? She’s in the dining room, devouring a huge bowl of ice cream," Jim says, leaning casually against the doorframe. Travis dries his hands with a towel and turns toward his brother. "No. She’s probably just craving it." Jim raises a skeptical brow. "You can fool everyone else, but not me. I raised you, remember?" He grins and claps Travis on the shoulder. "She’s pregnant, Travis. Stressing her out won’t help—" Jim’s words trail off as he notices something on Travis’s chest. Narrowing his eyes, he moves to pull back Travis’s shirt sligh
"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
"I am going on a date this weekend!" "How nice! Is he a good person?" "Yes... He said he would take a few days off to meet me." Standing in the lobby, Travis unintentionally listens to his employees' conversation. His expression shifts to curiosity as he watches that employee's face. She looks happy about going on a date. "I never went on a date with Dawn!" he mutters, wondering what people do on a date. When he was dating Spring, he was busy with his studies and other things. He has never been on a date before. "Boss!" His assistant walks toward him. "The meeting will start after the lunch break." "Okay. Inform everyone." "Okay, Boss!" Travis takes his phone out. Usually, he doesn't call Dawn at this hour, but recently he feels a strong urge to talk to her. "Should I ask her if she wants to go on a date with me? But can a pregnant woman go on a date?" While pressing her phone number, he keeps wondering. Then he squints his eyes, thinking about searching it online.
"Reunion Party? I didn't hear anything about it!" The tranquility of the night is disrupted as Travis sneakily slides his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers. They walk through the park, holding hands, bathing in the dazzling silver moonlight. Dawn looks surprised at his gesture but stays silent, a hint of blush appearing on her cheeks. Travis has never been good with affection; his silent gestures suit him well. Still, it's endearing to see him panic before taking action. "In our previous life, I got invited but decided not to go. This time, I was added to the group for the first time. I think something changed! I wasn’t added to a group chat before!" Dawn says. "Maybe you didn’t notice. Around this time, you were a bit exhausted," Travis replies, recalling how bad her morning sickness was. Thankfully, this time, they have taken precautions, especially measures to soothe her discomfort. "That could be it. What do you think? Should I go?" Dawn asks, her tone hesitan
"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
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