Spring grabs a Chrysanthemum to put in the cup. She likes this tea. As she pours the hot water in the cup, her attention swiftly moves to Freddie who is smoking cigarettes in the balcony. " How is your preparation going?" She asks, stirring the water. Freddie glances at her for a second and then concentrates on smoking, " Fanny said she would enter the house with a different name. Also, she wants to work where your ex-boyfriend lives!" " Why?" She sounds irritated, " Wants to seduce him?" " Mind your language! Fanny is doing whatever she can. Also what's wrong with this? You aren't going back to that bastard and leave me?" Spring Scoffs, " Do you think it's easy to win him back? Travis is a man of pride and ego. He will never accept people like us." " Do you mean that you will fail to seduce him and get rid of your sister?" Spring sneers before sipping the tea, " No. It would have been easier if they had any weaknesses. Like having a child or she being pregnant. You
" What's the next plan?" Mr Holden sends a message as Dawn grabs a tangerine from the fruit basket. She will leave the hospital in the afternoon. Obviously wondering why she is still in the hospital. She grabs the phone, typing the message while her attention goes to her mother-in-law who has been so involved with the medical records. Although three different doctors have checked her. One thing she feels relieved is that the outcome of her tantrums is actually favoring her. Her in-laws blindly trusted her despite they could actually ask for two sides of the story. Also Travis's words feel like sending butterflies in her stomach. But she has zero interest in feeling that butterflies. Because she already experienced how passionate a husband and father he will be until he will stab them from behind like they don't matter. So, all she feels for him is numb and a repeat of his perfect husband and father acting nothing more or less. " I need her to come back home." She writes
Dawn has been waiting for Travis to finish the discharge process down the backyard garden. Watching the kids playing happily, she can't help but smile. Her son would have been five years old already. He was so adorable, quiet, kind and an obedient kid. She gently touches her belly, feeling its existence within her. As long as her son is healthy, she wants nothing. " Don't run, Cupcake!" Dawn is startled by a kid who suddenly tripped over her legs, laying flat on her tiny stomach. She is about 2 or 3 years old with blonde hair and beautiful sparkly blue eyes. " Ouchie. It hurts!" She groans, looking at her palms. " Are you okay?" Dawn immediately grabs her by her arms and dusts off her knees. " Are you alright?" The girl looks at her with admiration before nodding, " Yes. " I told you don't run around. It's time to meet your Doc!" A male, 5'11", blonde hair and blue eyes walks towards the girl and scolds. Dawn frowns narrowly, trying to recognize that familiar fa
" She doesn't have -?" Mrs Ericson takes a deep breath before looking at her son's face, " So the year of treatment and therapy they showed us was a lie?" Travis nods, placing the reports on the table, " I will investigate the situation. However - About the bullying, It's not a lie. She didn't deny it" " Gosh! Here we are thinking that she might not be able to keep herself safe because of her depression. Even her mother said that She has a high risk of hurting the child. That's why I told you to bring her here instead of going to your house!" Mrs Ericson rubs her forehead, " This girl suffered a lot. I hope she is really fine. Son!" She looks at Travis, " Take care of her. I know she is mentally checking out of this relationship. But you got to work hard." Travis nods sitting on the couch exhausted. But both of them don't know that Dawn has been standing there, listening to them. She bites her lips, trying to understand some matters that obviously happened in her last life.
It is midnight when Travis wakes up with his phone buzzing with some notifications. Usually he doesn't get calls from anyone at this time and exceptionally his personal phone is only available for his family. So when the notifications keep coming up, he grunts half-sleepy and looks around. Instead of checking the messages, his attention goes to Dawn who is sleeping but swearing profusely. He gets up in a second, removing the blanket from her body. " N-No! Asher. Don't!" She keeps mumbling the same name, Asher that strikes Travis in a weird way. Because this name is awfully familiar but he can't remember where he heard it. But he gets startled by Dawn when he rests his hand on her forehead. Dawn, grabs his collar and pulls closer , tears pooling in her eyes. " Bring my baby back. Bring my baby back to me. Give me my baby back!" " Dawn!" He whispers softly, "Calm down. It's just a nightmare. Your Baby is safe. You two are Safe!" He pats her back and keeps wiping her face wit
Two days have passed. Travis keeps getting different types of videos from Dawn's parents where she has been bullied or acted out on different occasions. Judging by each and every video, one thing he has realised is that someone deliberately kept those videos and sent them to her parents. While Travis is certain that Dawn has suffered a lot, he can't assume that she is mentally unstable and unable to take care of herself. So instead of following what his heart wants to believe, he decides to investigate the situation more. Obviously now lots of evidence he has collected, he can find out those bullies who ruined her life. In the meantime, 2 days is 48 hours, enough for someone to complete lots of tasks. After getting the project solely to herself, Spring is doing her best to complete it within a week. She has successfully managed to complete her 25% of work without taking any breaks. Sometimes when people aren't around, she takes so much energy boosting drugs, that helps her feel
" You Okay? Sis!" Tiara rubs her back as she keeps throwing up on the roadside, on the way to the Clinton family. Her morning sickness is getting worse and she knows she is going to deal with them. However, the subtle sound of the engine, the smell of air freshener in the air and the blow of AC everything just turns her stomach down and leads her to throw up instantly. She cleans up and straightens her back for a few seconds and looks at Tiara. She is accompanying Dawn under her mother-in-law's instructions. She has to take a person with her to visit her parents and demanded it should be Tiara since they're close. " I.. I am sorry!" She chuckles while grabbing a tissue from Tiara who has been so patient with her. " It's the worst but I am hungry now!" She laughs, walking towards the car and leans her back against it. " Pregnancy is hard. I don't want it!" Tiara says, her face showing the real terror of the situation. Dawn chuckles warmly and shakes her head, " It's beau
It feels different to return to the house where her all nightmares started. The same door which felt so thick each time, she was kicked out of the house because she couldn't do the chores like an adult. She was only a kid who was longing for warmth but was treated like a servant. The same walls where her blood left stained after Spring constantly hitting her head against the wall, and her adoptive parents watched her with great amusement. The couch where she wasn't allowed to sit, the TV which was a mystery for her since she wasn't allowed. She couldn't help but feel that familiar painful bitterness in those stairs and walls. She feels suffocated and petrified. But today, she is going to give them the taste of their own medicine. A life that they deserve. Tiara first decided to stay behind, waiting for her in the car. But unknown to Dawn, she silently follows in, with alertness to say at least. She can't trust her sister-in-law's parents, so she will keep an eye on them. 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
"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