" What?" Spring looks terrified once she learns about the accident. On top of that, it's Jared who was driving. The CCTV footage showed that Jared had no idea about Freddie crossing the road when the lights were on. So, Cops let Jared go. But Jared told them that he would take care of his medical Bills since he could have been more careful. " That's right. I am sorry. But it was an accident. Jared came with me to see you. He might have left for urgent work!" As Miss Claire explains, Spring can't accept the fact that it was an accident. A few days ago, Freddie said he punched Jared. What if he did it out of anger? Unable to hold herself together, Spring runs out, meeting the cops who are still there, talking to Jared. " Sir! Excuse me!" She rushes one of them, " How is my boyfriend?" She asks, ignoring Jared who is standing there, staring at her and her hand. " Mr Freddie's situation isn't great. The doctor said he might never be able to walk!" " Wh-What?" Spring gasps,
Next Day... Dawn sits next to her in-laws and Tiara to spend the evening together. Travis has been working on the arrangements for the party and other things. He has been coming home lately. So he is absent. They start talking about casual things like when to go shopping, which makeup artists they should invite or the celebrities will attend the party. They are asking Dawn about her opinions and interests. Dawn politely expresses her desire and also informs that she doesn't think she can deal with crowds so much..So they should be the one to decide what's the best for them. Her in-laws who want to understand her better agree with the statement. Since she returned home after having that traumatic incident with her foster mother, she is having a hard time. Also they don't want to give her unnecessary pressure. While they are busy talking, Tiara's attention goes to the entrance. Travis is exhausted and almost worn out, walks inside the elevator. She frowns narrowly before st
" I didn't order you to break his legs. How did this happen?" Dawn asks Mr Holden while trying to arrange her clothes. " It wasn't any of our plans. Please rest assured. Jared intentionally did it!" Mr Holden immediately explained, knowing that Dawn will definitely get angry if she gets involved with crimes. " So-!" She pauses momentarily, thinking about something significant, " Freddie won't be able to drive anymore!" She asks, swallowing hard. " This is how it is now." Dawn grabs the silk gown that she bought for their second Anniversary last year and throws it in the basket, " Do you think they'll replace Freddie?" Mr Holden says nothing, making her heart beat faster. She takes a deep breath, standing up, " Mr Holden! Do you understand what my sister is doing?" She asks, walking towards the window. " I do. That's why I have been keeping all the records and evidence together. There are lots of conversations that they exchanged with each other where they directly mentioned
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
"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