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
The party ends without any further incidents. Tiara apologizes to Dawn for her earlier behavior, but Dawn brushes it off, knowing it wasn’t Tiara’s fault. Meanwhile, Jim takes over handling the remaining responsibilities after Travis excuses himself, citing a headache. After changing into comfortable clothes, Dawn decides to take another shower. She dislikes the lingering smell of wine on her skin. However, when she steps out of the walk-in closet, she notices Travis lying on the couch. His expression is tense and pained. Taking a deep breath, she reminds herself that sometimes she must fulfill her duties as a wife. And, as a decent human being, she doesn’t want to be cruel. Quietly, she heads to the kitchen to brew some tea. The aroma of ginger wafts through the air, stirring Travis, who glances in her direction. She’s gained some weight, he notes, unable to look away. A flicker of desire crosses his mind—the thought of resting his head on her shoulder while watching her cook
The party and all the events have left everyone so exhausted that everyone takes a day off to stay home, except for Travis, who returns to his company immediately. After Dawn wakes up, she finds her fridge stocked with all the things she’s been craving. Some of them, she’s never even mentioned. Each of Travis's actions only deepens the mystery, especially this one. Her brows furrow as she stares at the neatly organized shelves, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Right now, Dawn stands in the closet, her fingers brushing against the fabric of the new dresses. Her wardrobe has completely changed—everything from the design to the clothes. Her eyes narrow in thought, her lips pressing into a thin line. She has no idea how long it took Travis to do this, but she can’t help but wonder how he managed it. Between his work and the party arrangements, choosing clothes that suit her so perfectly wasn’t a simple task. As her mind races with questions about Travis's sudden changes, her pho
Travis takes a deep breath while he loosens his tie in his office. Each hour feels like forever to stay away from his family. Asher is thriving. Thanks to Dawn's memories of her previous life, she has been taking care of Asher. From vaccines to doctor appointments, everything has been handled by Dawn.Travis wants to be a part of everything, but his responsibility as the CEO makes it hard. However, Dawn keeps a record of everything so that Travis doesn't miss anything.Right now, opening the baby monitor, he rests himself in the chair. Since morning, he has been attending meetings and has had no time to eat. Watching his son grow up closely feels different than it did in his previous life.Every weekend visitation wasn't enough if he thinks about it now. Resting his head on his arm, he looks at his laptop.Soon, his smile deepens, his eyes moist with a gentle gaze when he notices Dawn sleeping in the bed, holding Asher on her chest. Asher is awake and trying to nibble his mother's chi
" He rejected?" Dawn asks, surprised. " Yes. He said he can't love anyone right now!" The smile remains on her lips but the bitterness feels so palpable. "I am sorry, Tia!" Dawn gently holds her into her arms, " Danny has been hurt by his wife and might be in bad mood. Maybe you can try-!" " No!" Tiara whispers softly... " He was genuine. I saw those eyes. They didn't lie. He wasn't interested in me." " You want to give up? Isn't it too early?" Dawn asks softly, knowing that Tiara is in pain. " It's not like I am giving up. I am protecting my feelings from getting hurt and being hoped for. I will nurture them on my own!" Dawn's eyes widened. Tiara looks so calm about the entire situation. The Rejection must have affected her. " Are you sure you will be fine? It's your choice. But what if ... All I want is to see you being happy with someone who loves you and cherishes you!" Tiara smiles, throwing her long hair behind, " Actually, yesterday, one of my professors of
Next morning, Tiara has woken up with hundreds of calls and messages from her friends. Her sleepy eyes have failed to understand the context of the messages. But the moment all the memories rush back to her mind, she stiffens. Not only has she cancelled everything, but she has also confessed her love and has gotten rejected. Her hand reaches her forehead, gently rubbing between her brows. Tears fight to gather around her beautiful cerulean eyes. Not only has she lost those friends she thought of as true friends, but she has also been rejected. "What a shitty day!" She takes a deep breath and forces herself to smile. "But I am proud of myself!" She gently taps her own cheeks before walking to the washroom. But her movements halt midway when the phone rings again. This time, she has decided to face reality instead of running away from everyone. The caller ID is registered under her best friend's name, who didn’t care slightly yesterday and was the one who initiated pushing h
Danny’s face says everything. He isn't shocked or disgusted by her. He is surprised. Someone else was happy to see his wife die? It makes no sense unless there’s something behind those feelings. Jealousy? For what?The silence lingers between them, thick and unyielding. Tiara's fingers tremble around the neck of the empty wine bottle resting beside her. The flickering light above them casts shadows on her face, highlighting the strain written across her features.However, Tiara, who has been drowning herself in guilt, keeps talking with her drunken voice. As if the walls that have been building up around her with guilt and unrequited love crumble like a sandcastle.Her words are slurred but painfully sincere. There’s no pretense, no filter left. Her cheeks are flushed, not from the alcohol, but from the weight of shame and the courage it took to speak."I am sorry for your loss. And I apologize for thinking that way. I am a selfish and disgusting human being who felt so happy to hear
Crowds and loud noises are what Danny hates most. The moment he steps into the bar, with people chattering, loud music, and drunk people throwing tantrums, the first thought that crosses his mind is, "I regret coming here."His blue eyes dart around, a frown forming between his brows. He can’t see anything properly because of the people dancing on the floor. Almost avoiding the touch of others, he somehow makes his way to the bartender, who is talking to another woman."Excuse me. You called me, right? With the woman called...""Tiara Ericson?"Danny nods, his gaze annoyed as he looks around the bar."Please follow me. We have realized that she is a VIP customer here, which we failed to recognize. She is now sleeping in one of our rooms. We apologize for our rudeness.""Is she alright?" Danny asks, following the bartender who opens the elevator."Yes. Our manager’s girlfriend helped her. So don’t worry about anything inappropriate."Danny nods quietly. The question lingers—why is he i
After a few months, life settles into a sense of normalcy, with the exclusive addition of Asher. He grows fast and healthy, surprisingly more active than in his previous life. Travis returns to work but never misses a night with his wife and the son for whom they would do anything. Danny moves into his private apartment in a skyscraper, enjoying the privilege of being the youngest scientist and professor at a top university. Tiara studies at the same university, but luck doesn’t favor her—she hardly ever sees Danny, who spends most of his time locked away in the lab. Meanwhile, Spring and Taylor’s reality is nothing short of cruel. In their minds, Mary and Henry have escaped punishment by dying, leaving all the mess for them to suffer through. It destroys them slowly. Travis wants exactly that. The people who hurt them most were Spring and Taylor. Spring killed Asher. In their previous life, she orchestrated everything so meticulously that he had no choice but to admire
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