Dawn's eyes slowly shift on Nancy who is looking at her with a firm expression. Her word brings a rush of confusion as she hears her words.
" What did you just say?" She asks, her voice cracking. " You told him to hide in the trunk until Young Master returned. You deleted all the video footage from the computer. Don't lie!" " NANCY!!!" Dawn screams, as tears stream down her face, " Don't - Don't dare to say something horrible and cruel like this. When did I tell my son to go there? When? We both searched every single car. We found him nowhere and now you are -!" She collapses on the floor, as the cramps in her stomach get stronger. " You, out of Everyone, accused me of killing my own son?" Dawn shouts her lung out, unable to understand why they are trying to make her a murderer of her own son. " I don't care. I don't care what you all want to say. Just give me my son. My Asher. My Baby!" She crawls back to her husband who is crying as much as she is. But he steps back, not letting her touch him. " Dawn Kingston! I regret marrying you that day. I always thought you were a vindictive woman who can hurt her own family. But killing your own son! How dare you!" He roars, embracing the lifeless body of Asher. " I regret that I trusted you with my son." " I .. I didn't. Don't... Don't say such a thing. Please give me my son! I beg you! Give me my Asher to me. He must be scared. So, give me." She clutches her belly and crawls back to him once again, " Please Travis! I beg you. Please - I... I beg you!" However, instead of getting response from him, Dawn finds herself being pulled by her hair, " I have proof that you kept your son in the trunk. Nancy gave it to me!" Spring smirks before she looks at Travis with tearful eyes. " What do you mean?" Travis asked, " Nancy! Please bring it to me!" Dawn watches Nancy taking the dash cam of her car from her pocket. She frowns confusedly since the Dash cam was stolen from her garage. Nancy told her that she found no dash cam. She had to replace the dash cam. After handing it to Travis, Nancy looks at her, with a smirk on her face. Dawn's eyes widen in realization. She was stabbed by her trusted people. Her tears fall as she looks at Travis to understand what there is happening. " You -!" Travis wants to curse her out but instead of that, he looks at Spring, " In his funeral, Please be his mother! I should have kicked her out the moment she gave birth of him. Spring! I am sorry for not trusting you and believing this woman!" " Wh-What?" Dawn looks at him, in disbelief. " What did you see that you are -!?" Travis throws the dash cam in front of her and turns towards the guard, " Lock her inside! She doesn't know who she messed with!" Dawn silently watches the recording. Her numb and empty eyes watch the meticulous conspiracy happening before her eyes. Nancy has the same body features like hers. But she can understand by her footsteps that it's Nancy. Tears stream down her face, as she looks at Nancy with utter betrayal. " He called you Aunt! He liked your cupcakes! How could you do it?" Nancy looks agitated when her eyes meet Dawn's cold and empty eyes. "How could you hurt him like this? How could you?" She gets up, trying to throw another hit on Nancy. The losing of her son makes her realizes that she doesn't have any reason to leave. She wants to kill each of them. She wants to kill her husband, that adoptive sister and this Nanny who she trusted. " I trusted you. My son trusted you. How could you dare to hurt my son?" Grabbing the broken piece of vase, Dawn rushes towards Nancy. Before Anyone can stop her, Nancy gasps as a mouthful blood comes out of her mouth. " My Gosh!" Spring runs towards Travis and hides behind him. " I will kill everyone whoever touched my son. Every single one!!!" She screams, her eyes are empty and numb. " Enough!!!! Dawn! How dare you! You just killed her!" " She deserved it!" Dawn laughs as she licks the blood on her hand, " She hurt my son! But you will never trust me. Travis! Give me my son. I will do anything. So give me my son, Okay? He must be scared. He can't stay without his Mama! Give me my son!" She begs, slowly approaching Travis. The droplets of blood fall on the floor, painting her heartbreak. " Travis! Do something! She will kill me. Please do something. She will hurt me!" Spring starts crying. Dawn laughs hysterically, as she approaches, " You have been cheating on me for four years. Now you brought another woman on my son's birthday. Such a good father you are! You didn't come to meet him last few months. You visited two weeks ago without saying anything to him. Now you are saying you should have brought him with you." She laughs maniacally, " Just admit! That Bitch who went to fuck her ex-boyfriend before your engagement is your priority. Now don't come around to show that you prioritise your son. Such a bullshit! She deserves being my son's mother? That bitch aborted three children since she was in middle school. She deserves to be a mother? How funny!" Spring starts panicking when Dawn starts coughing out all of her secrets that she swore not to expose. " What nonsense?!! I didn't do anything. Stop telling lies! You jealous Bitch!" Spring yells while shaking her head. " Jealous? Haha! Yes. I am jealous." She laughs, " I am jealous that he doesn't love me despite me being around him all the time. He doesn't love me despite doing everything for him. I am jealous that your kids will have him as their father but my son cried nonstop to see his father once. I am jealous and for hurting my only child, I will kill you both!" She snarls and runs towards Travis. " Dawn! Stop being a madwoman and calm down. Do you want me disgrace yourself in front of Asher! I am disappointed with you." Travis said, bringing her back to her sense. She doesn't have any plan to hurt any of them. Nancy won't die. She will just lose her consciousness because of blood loss. She doesn't want to be a murderer in front of her son's dead body. She wants to snatch her son back to her embrace. She doesn't believe that her son is dead. If she holds her son for once, he will wake up. He is just playing a game with her like always. Yet, she has lost her mind. She doesn't want her son's murderer acting like his mother. She doesn't want to leave her alone. She is scared that she will lose her son forever. So, she runs towards him, an attempt to get her son back. The love and respect she had for Travis is long gone. Now she just wants her son back to her. " Give me my son, Travis! I will spare both of -!" Her eyes widen in shock and a strong pain in her belly. She looks at Spring who is standing before her, stabbing one of those pieces of Vase. A wicked grin and a cruel gaze fall upon Dawn . " I don't want to die. And you have no right to destroy the chance I finally got!" She pushes her so strongly that, Dawn falls on the floor, the pieces of Vase piercing through her body. The Cramp in her stomach finally releases but with something flowing out her body. She looks at the blood that spreads on the floor. The sudden realisation stuck into her mind, she starts sobbing loudly, " My... My Baby! My Baby... No."To repay the kindness of her adoptive parents, despite knowing that her sister's fiancé would never love her, she accepted that marriage. Living in foster care, being bullied by others and having no family made her think that she owed them for taking her in. She lived her entire life as the shadow of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton. She left on her engagement day and never returned. To reserve the place of the wife of Travis so that other women couldn't marry him or take him away from the Clinton family, who thought of him as the door of their fortune, she was ordered to marry him. Dawn thought she would have to act like a good wife and once her sister returned, she would get divorced without any problems. However, from the time being, she accepted her role as a good wife who never complained, argues or demanded anything. She knew her husband didn't love her. She knew she was the shadow of her sister who was always there, looking down on her. But except for loving her, T
- Dawn's POV- Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, and I try to fight it, to hold on. But it's like trying to grasp water, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try. As I lie here, dying on the floor of the living room, a thousand thoughts race through my mind. My son, my unborn babies. Will they blame me for this cruel outcome of our lives? Will Travis forgive her and have his own family now? I never hated him. But now, thinking of him choosing her over his son's death and his unborn baby, my heart fills with disgust and hatred. I will never forgive him. Never. The pain is fading now, replaced by a numbness that spreads through my limbs. It's almost peaceful, in a way. A release from the constant ache of a life spent in the shadows. A release from the painful fate. Freedom to be with my son. And then, there is nothing. For a moment, it's like I'm floating in darkness, weightless, alone. I think this is the end, that everything will simply fade away. B
Opening the trunk of my car, I keep staring at it with a sullen gaze, my hand instinctively reaching for my belly. The madness to take revenge on everyone who hurt my son intensifies each time I look at the empty space inside. I know everything was a lie. I’ve checked twice, thrice, and countless times, hoping to find him. But he wasn’t there. My heart aches, yet there’s a strange happiness bubbling inside me, a joy at the chance I’ve been given. A chance I never thought possible. I keep thanking God for sending me back to this time, to when Asher is growing inside me. This means I can rebuild his life, make it safe and warm from the very start. I grab the shopping bag filled with 25 hydrangea plants and a bouquet of gardenias. Asher loves gardenias. Closing the trunk, I walk toward the garden, my steps firm with purpose. I know what’s going to happen in the future. And I will change everything. I place the plants aside and put the gardenias under the big cherry tree. This is wh
A selfish husband who watched me die, a cruel adoptive sister who made me her shadow forever, and parents who used me as the last card in their game to fulfill their selfish greed—it’s the best chance to take revenge on them and protect my son from everyone.I will make him give up his parental rights to my son, I will destroy her life and career, and my dearest family, who wanted me to repay kindness they never showed, I will destroy them along with their selfish and greedy daughter.This time, your mama will shine, baby. Your mama will make them pay for everything.“My Lady! Are you okay?”Butler Uncle looks dumbfounded as if he’s seen a ghost. Well, I can’t blame him for that. I never went to a shop or used such a large amount of money. This time, I will get rid of everything that makes me feel like her puppet.“Don’t worry, Butler Uncle! Your master is a billionaire. I don’t think he’ll mind if I use the card he gifted me!” I show him the black card that Travis gave me.That’s rig
- Narrator- Travis Ericson, 24, the youngest son of the Ericson family and the CEO of one of Ericson's Companies, glances at the messages that he received earlier. So far, the amount of money has reached to 6 million dollars and all the money is going to cars, branded clothes and other stuff. He can check everything from his seat with a deep frown between his thick eyebrows. His ocean blue eyes, shiftly moves to the details of hospital bills. The payment receipt was automatically sent from the hospital that he owns. The question keeps lingering who it is. Since his wife who is like an affectionate doll never used his card. And why did she go to the hospital if she is the one who is using the card? " Did you check if the person who is spending the money is Dawn?" Travis finally presses his hand against his neck before looking at his assistant who enters the room quietly. " Yes, Boss! I have called the Butler and he confirmed that Ma'am has been spending money on various th
She thought she could face Travis without any problems. Her decision to act like an obedient wife seems to be a wrong decision. The moment, Travis like usual, approached her, the hatred and disgust rushed through every single cell of her body. Each word from him, the way he didn't let her touch her son, everything single thing makes her skin crawl. She hates him, way too much that she can't stand before him now. Dawn hasn't attended him this evening. It was kinda a ritual for her to set the tea cups on the table with homemade cookies and invite Travis to the garden to have a cup of tea with her. Travis never said no. He did everything that she wished, like a perfect husband. But she can't forget, how he will eventually cheat on him and leave her son alone. She doesn't want to go through something like this once again. " Where is your Ma'am?" Travis,. glancing at the time, looks at Butler who is arranging the books for him. It's weird since she doesn't come to talk to him like u
"Asher!"I jolt awake with a loud gasp, my eyes flying open, heart racing. My hands instinctively clutch my belly, fear coursing through me at the thought that my clumsiness might have harmed my baby. How could I have been so careless? Letting myself drown in panic when my Asher is growing healthy inside me.I try to slap myself, reminding myself that I have my baby with me. Right now, nobody can hurt him. No one can harm my Asher.The sound of the door opening catches my attention. My head snaps towards it, and my eyes narrow in fury. I can’t let anyone come near me. I don’t trust anyone.But then my eyebrows slowly rise in surprise. Standing there with a grin on her face is Tiara Ericson, the only daughter of the Ericson family, just 19 years old. She rushes over to the bed and jumps onto it without hesitation.“Good morning, Sister-in-law!” she chirps.“Hey, Tiara,” I say calmly, even as I move a bit to shield my belly. I’m cautious about her presence.“What’s wrong, Sissy? You loo
Dawn's POV It's sudden, but it's worth it. I've been thinking about how to break free from Travis and give my baby a better life. Now, I know exactly what I want to do. After getting off the bed and taking a cold shower, I have enough time to let everything sink in. I've returned, living the exact same life, but this time the changes are visible and perfect. I have the chance to rewrite everything, and I won’t waste it. But planning everything out calmly and carefully doesn't suit me at all. My overthinking and the trauma I felt a week ago is enough to make my skin crawl. The scenes of my son and Travis's betrayal are like sharp knives covered with blood haunts me every night like nightmares. After getting dressed for breakfast, I step out into the lounge and see Butler Uncle standing there, holding a bouquet of gardenias. Asher's favorite. “My Lady! Your bouquet! Miss Millie said you've been buying bouquets every day since last week. Here you are!” His face is warm, like a fat