" Everything is set up as you want. What's your next step? Mrs Ericson!" While searching for something in her closet, Dawn looks at her phone when Mr Holden asks. She has been thinking a lot and she knows that the future is changing. " Let Ava take care of her mental health first. Make sure Jared plays his role without any trouble." She says, constantly searching for something. However she can't find it. " Is it yet to happen?" She mumbles, trying to find it. " Mrs Ericson. The Supervisor seems to have ignored the report you made. What should we do next then? They might have trusted her abilities and that's why they're overlooking it." " Don't worry about it. I will handle it in my own way. Did you investigate someone called Nancy? I want to find her as soon as possible before something bad happens!" She asks, closing the door of her closet. Pretty disappointed but she is hopeful that it's yet to happen. " Actually there is no one called Nancy Braham in Ohio with the
Travis stands on the balcony, finding Dawn sitting alone in the garden. He can't shake off the weirdness of her obsession with gardens. Even in his parents' mansion she can't stop visiting the gardens. Travis walks downstairs, heading directly to her, there is something in his eyes, something like determination. As he approaches, his footsteps on the dry leaves get her attention. She raises her head, kinda weak--- Her gaze. " Are you feeling alright?" Dawn asks, having no trace of emotions in those words. Travis nods, sitting next to her. Dawn wants to leave right now. But it will bring confrontation that she doesn't want to do. The morning sickness is troubling her as well. " I thought a lot!" Travis starts, without looking at her, " There are thousands of reasons for you to leave me. I can't deny everything. But I think you should get divorced once you complete your study and get a job. It'll be like an alimony. Since you gave up on studying to marry me, you deserve i
It was like a slap on his face when Dawn said she could help him to find the woman who he hated most. He squeezes his hand, standing a few steps away from her. " I hope it's a joke!" His icy voice sends shivers down her spine but she remains unhinged, " It's not." Travis grits his teeth, " Is this why you want to divorce? Some insecurities for a ghost that I don't acknowledge? That's disappointing!" His voice gets colder and aggressive. However, his eyebrows raise with surprise when she chuckles mockingly, " Yeah. Probably. Anyway, if you want to, I can help you out. It's not like-- I have insecurities that will give me a happy ending! Your love for her always is higher than anything - Even your blood!" Saying the last sentence inaudibly, she walks inside the house. No matter how innocent or clueless he looks, the future has already proven that he would turn into someone she hates.Travis in the meantime, is entirely flabbergasted and in disbelief. Is this the reason why s
Mr Ericson passes the cup of coffee to Travis who is sitting silently at the desk. As usual, his expression is cold and indifferent. But his fingers are fidgeting, revealing his anxiety. " What do you want?" Mr Ericson asks, while staring at his middle child. " I don't know!" He replies in short. " Look, We won't force either of you to make any kind of decisions. This is your life and your marriage. You two are solely responsible for the outcome of this situation. I won't force Dawn to stay with you or I won't force you to get divorced. I want to figure out what -!" " I won't divorce her!" His voice is firm. " Not until she gets what she deserves. I have been thinking about this relationship for a while. Realizing that in this entire ordeal, she was not involved but somehow she got involved with me. I knew I couldn't love anyone, trust anyone. I shouldn't have married her in the first place!" He says, clenching his jaw, " I thought it would be fine if I just do fulfill m
Her entire body feels a jerk as if she just falls off the plane before her eyes shot open with tears streaming down her face. Her lips quiver and keep looking around, trying to find a certain person. Entirely forgetting about her coming back to the past to fix herself. " Asher! My son!" She stammers, trying to find Asher around. The door opens, allowing Travis to enter the room. His eyes are full of concern and hesitation to approach. " How are you feeling?" He asks in a calm tone. " You... You! Where is my son? Where is my baby? Because of you... Because of her... I lost... I -!" Travis grabs her arms and pulls into a tight hug after seeing her trembling violently. He crushes his hair and mutters, " The Baby is fine. You just cut your thigh that's why you bled." Dawn frowns narrowly when she feels confused. But soon, the realization hits her badly, giving her the news that her pregnancy has been discovered. She has returned to the past and her pregnancy is discovered b
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
Spring collapses on the cold marble floor, her knees buckling beneath her as if the ground itself has pulled her down. The chill of the floor snakes under her skin, crawling up her spine like icy fingers. Her phone slips from her shaking hand, landing with a dull thud beside her. Her lips quiver uncontrollably, her fingers tangling into her hair as her chest rises and falls in uneven, frantic breaths. She can’t stop the tremor in her body, her panic consuming every inch of her like wildfire.The front door clicks open. The sound of rustling shopping bags and hurried footsteps fills the hallway."Spring?" her mother’s voice calls out casually at first, but freezes mid-sentence when her eyes land on her daughter crumpled on the floor.Bags tumble from her hands without a second thought as she rushes toward her, panic twisting her expression. "Spring! What’s wrong!? What happened?" her voice shakes, her hands reaching to steady her daughter’s trembling shoulders.Ever since Dawn exposed
The situation has indeed taken an unexpected turn that Travis didn't quite think about before. The initial plan was to make Taylor, Mary and Henry being banished from their own life while Travis or his father would help to get rid of Butler Jacob and Spring. However, after submitting the information about Mary and Henry, Danny decided to wrap things up and then will return to the USA. He even bought a house in the next city, closer to the University where he has studied. But things have taken an unexpected turn when the next call comes from Danny right when Dawn's in her labor. " Hey! Danny!" Travis huffs while rushing towards the elevator. The medical team is in the private clinic on the 19th floor and Dawn is on her labor. " Hey! Are you busy?" Danny asks, noticing Travis's heavy breathing. "Ah; Yeah. It's Dawn. She is on labor. What's up?" He asks, trying to calm down. " Then I will talk to you later. It's not more important than the situation right now. You shoul
Travis leans back in his chair, fingers tapping against the wooden armrest as he listens to the detective on the other end of the call. His expression remains cold, but there is a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "What makes you think so?" His voice carries an edge, daring the detective to continue. "Isn't it obvious?" Detective Williams asks, his tone filled with forced patience. "Your wife was supposed to receive eighty percent of the shares. Maybe Mr. Parker—or even you—found out that they were planning something against you. And then… Mr. Danny suddenly decides to change the will. Otherwise, why would he make such a drastic change? On top of that, why is Danny Parker giving such a huge amount of money to your wife?" Travis scoffs, shaking his head as he lets out a low chuckle. "Pfft! Do you know who you're talking to, Detective Williams?" "Do I need to?" The detective’s tone remains firm, but there is a slight hesitation. "No, certainly not," Travis replies, his voice
Ever since Travis has told her about the situation, Dawn's health has improved significantly. Nightmares are now rare occurrences. Though she has lost a significant amount of weight, she looks stunning as a pregnant woman. The glow on her face is undeniable, and the way she carries herself radiates a newfound peace. Right now, she walks across the rooftop, one of her favorite places. The fresh air brushes against her skin, bringing a sense of tranquility. This is where she often comes to think, to reflect. Today, her mind is preoccupied with a thought she can’t shake off—the idea of returning to that villa. The very place where everything unfolded in her previous life. She isn't sure whether it’s a good idea, but a part of her wants to go back. Asher loved his room there. After stretching her legs for a bit, she slowly sits on the swing, letting her body relax. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she places a hand over her belly. The thought of welcoming Asher into a
Travis's smile lingers on his face with a sort of relief and calmness after he has finished the call with Danny. The plan has been successful the way they wanted. He has helped Danny to make sure he won't be tagged along with that murder case. Obviously, he will never risk his friend's life. The moment Danny said he wanted to come back, he knew that the plan had been successful. Right now, he stands before his father, who is going through some documents and showing them to him, making him absolutely confused. He wants to go to his wife and hug her to say that everything is okay now. "Now, tell me, what are these?" Mr. Ericson asks, folding his arms over his chest. "You called me to say this?" Travis shows a bit of frustration when his father presents some of the things that he thinks his father shouldn't have worried about. However, Mr. Ericson's expression shows he isn't liking his son's abnormal behavior in the last few months. "If you want to build another company or wa
Mary clutches the edge of the dining table, her fingers trembling as she presses against the wound on her abdomen. Blood seeps between her fingers, warm and sticky, staining the fabric of her dress. Her breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as she struggles to stay upright. Across the room, Henry sprawls on the floor, his body convulsing with pain. His face twists in agony, his hands clutching his own wound, but he is too weak to move. With a shaky hand, Mary reaches for her phone, her vision blurring. Her blood-slicked fingers slip against the screen as she dials Danny’s number. Outside, parked in front of the company, Danny sits inside his car, the glow of the streetlights casting a faint sheen over his face. His eyes remain fixed on his iPad, where the live CCTV footage plays, capturing every moment of the chaos inside the house. The moment his phone rings, a smirk curls at the corner of his lips. He answers casually. “Hey, honey! I’m waiting for you outside. When are you
Next Day, Mary stands in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection with an almost predatory satisfaction. The red silk blouse clings to her figure, its lustrous sheen against the black skirt making her look sharp, calculated—perfect. She admires how the fabric flows around her waist, the way it accentuates her curves. Today is important. She needs everything to be just right. The parcel will arrive at 11, and she will be the one to claim it before Henry even knows it’s here. The parcel isn’t just any package. It’s from the company. And it’s filled with assets, documents, and materials that she will need to secure her own lab. She was surprised when Danny explained the worth of this package. Her phone buzzes on the dresser, cutting through her thoughts. She glances at the screen, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "I’m almost done. Please make sure you get here around 11:30." She exhales slowly, the grin never leaving her face. "Perfect. I'll have it well b
Tiara sits cross-legged on the floor, her eyes following Travis as he meticulously paints the final artwork on the nursery wall. His brush moves with slow, deliberate strokes, the colors blending seamlessly to create the tranquil image of a twilight sky. "Twilight?" she muses, tilting her head. "Yes," Travis answers softly, his voice carrying a sense of quiet nostalgia. He has been working on the painting for a while, carefully recreating a scene that holds a special place in Asher’s heart. The little boy loves fishing with Travis, watching the sunset paint the horizon in brilliant hues of orange, pink, and deep purple. Tiara giggles, swinging her legs idly. "Wouldn’t ‘Dawn’ be better? Sister's name is Dawn, after all. It’s cute, isn’t it?" Travis smiles at her suggestion but doesn’t waver in his focus. Before he can respond, both of them turn their heads as the door creaks open. Dawn stands at the entrance, her enormous belly emphasized by the loose-fitting dress she wears.
Revenge is ___The empty place of this sentence holds thousands of different emotions, especially for those seeking revenge on the people who once hurt them. Danny was the love child of two of the worst people imaginable. His parents had torn their families apart under the pretense of love, but the truth was far from it. Their relationship was a battlefield of constant blame, petty arguments, and neglect. Growing up, Danny had felt sorry for his half-brother, understanding the resentment their father’s other family held toward him. He had accepted their hatred, believing it was the least of his burdens. But everything changed when he realized he might never have a future with Dawn. That moment of clarity made him want to build a life with Mary instead. But...Now, Danny sits back, sipping his coffee as he listens to the muffled argument coming from Mary’s study. The rising voices, the accusations, the heavy thuds, and finally, Mary’s quiet sobs—all of it brings him a twisted