"Let's stop meeting frequently. I won't stop you from helping me with the investigation, but I definitely want you to stay away from me for a while!" Dawn says, her expression turning cold.She can't help but feel overwhelmed. The second trimester is going to be hard, and she's already feeling it. She’s been trying to avoid unnecessary stress, but it seems to come to her like a magnet."Dawn! Please let me explain! I didn't know that—!""I am repeating myself!" She cuts off his words. "Mr. Holden! I want time to think about it. So please!"Mr. Holden looks defeated but nods. Laura had left earlier, unwilling to meet her. Dawn knows she doesn't want to pursue any kind of relationship with the woman who left her. All she wants to know is her biological parents."I understand!" Mr. Holden smiles bitterly. "And here is some more information about the fraud case and... Travis’s involvement! There’s something wrong with his role in this case!"Dawn, who hadn’t been looking at him, finally t
Dawn sits on the balcony, her eyes on the cup of coffee. Her fingers trail the edge of the warm cup. She has been rearranging and rethinking everything. The revelation of her parents' identity, Travis's weird and suspicious behavior and actions—everything is driving her crazy. She can't understand what to think about Travis. If he was the mastermind of everything, why would he lead Spring to kill their son? If Travis knew everything from the beginning, why would he buy a company for her and never let her know? Because he wanted to give Spring everything once she was gone? Why would he even send Spring behind bars if he had a different motive? Maybe the future isn't changing, but she is just watching what happened behind the scenes in her past life. Maybe Travis indeed sent her to jail and didn't tell her everything. Or she was too busy playing family and raising her son that she didn't notice. Dawn finds herself pulling her hair and staring at the cup. What if Travis has returned
**Dawn's POV**Today is the 60th day since I returned to the past. A lot of things have happened during these 60 days, and I can't believe that somehow, I managed to pull them off within such a short period. Not gonna lie, I have always been in a bit of a hurry to finish my tasks, whether it was doing dishes or taking the blame for Spring. I always did everything as soon as possible. However, right now, all I can feel is weakness. Mom—Travis's mother—told me she felt energetic with Jim and Travis when she was in her second trimester but weak with Tiara. Although the doctor said that pregnant women become energetic in their second trimester, I feel completely opposite. I’ve had the worst morning sickness and exhaustion. I can’t ignore that I’ve started having that stupid thing—craving for my husband. It was natural for me to be driven by him previously. He attended every appointment, knew I was feeling this way, and did everything to seduce me as well. But this time, I should be
It was like a dream, or she should consider it a duty as a wife or, from Travis's side, his duties as a husband. However, whatever it is, Dawn can't shake off that uneasy feeling. She is not supposed to sleep with her own husband after everything that happened to her. She is yet to know if Travis has any direct connection with the murder. She knows Travis isn't that lowly of a person, but you can't trust anyone in this world, can you? Strangers don't betray you. Your close ones do. Dawn finds it eerily silent from Spring's side. Judging by Spring's personality, it's not a very good sign. She must be cooking up something to strike back. But Dawn wants to have her pregnancy journey in a quiet place, without any more stress. Recently, she had an appointment in their own house with one of their family gynecologists, and she talked about the bleeding problem. It's nothing serious, but she can't stress herself. In her previous life, she had a smooth journey with Travis and her in-laws
Travis glances at her sharply when she blurts out that question. His eyes read her before parting his lips to talk. "Pregnancy hormones?" he mutters. "What?" she asks, frowning deeply. "I am serious!" she snaps. Travis lets her go and carefully puts her on the bench in the garden. "Why would you kill your child?" he asks, his voice sounding confused. Dawn finds no answer to this. After all, he will believe her sister and blame her for everything. However, one thing makes her feel furious. "Why did you decide to bring a woman into the house to be my helper? Is she really a helper or your -?" "She has a connection with Spring!" Her heart skips a beat when Travis says that. She looks up at him, trying to understand what he means by that. He knows that she has a connection with Spring and yet brought her home. "And you brought her here for what? To push me off the stairs or kill me?" she asks furiously. "Neither of them." He looks at her. His eyes are sharp, but the smile
"I don't understand—what did I return?" Travis turns, his expression pale. Dawn's expression remains firm. The reason she says, *"Did you return?"* is to observe his reaction. She pulls something out of her pocket that she has been carrying ever since she began doubting his supposed return to the past. It’s a gummy containing gelatin, something she wasn’t allowed to consume during her first trimester. As she grabs one to put it in her mouth, her eyes dart to Travis’s hand as he stops her. "Don’t eat it! It’s dangerous for you!" Dawn smirks as she steps closer. During her pregnancy, there were many foods she wasn’t allowed to eat due to health complications. To care for her, Travis had completely changed their menu, including her snacks, to organic options. Earlier that morning at breakfast, she noticed these changes even before the doctor instructed them. Now, she can’t help but provoke him to uncover the truth. Standing on her toes, she leans closer to his ear. "Let m
Travis sat on the rocking chair, his eyes on Dawn, who was sleeping soundly. He thought only he had returned to the past to fix everything. But he never knew that she would be there as well.Travis noticed her behavior long before when she suddenly started avoiding him and planting flower plants in Asher's favorite garden. However, because of his absence in his past life, he thought maybe he never knew she was also interested in gardening. After all, kids learn from their parents. But when she started going against him and stopped doing what she always did with him, it seemed conflicting. He thought maybe it was because he was changing the future as well. It would affect anyone, including her. The low blow came when he heard from the butler that she told him to go to the hospital for a health check.Travis, who didn’t want to change too much of the past so that it wouldn’t affect his son and wife, decided to keep a low profile and not change everything, including the butler's fate. It
It was like a phase where everything started going wrong. Evidence after evidence, Asher being neglected by Dawn, and Nancy's extra involvement, where she sugar-coated her actions by recording here and there, showing how neglectful Dawn was towards Asher. The final straw came the day Nancy recorded a video where Freddie happened to come out of Dawn's room while Asher was crying in the background. Travis didn't know how he could unsee it. Freddie was banned from coming around his house. But seeing him walking out of Dawn's room was enough to shake his entire trust in the marriage. Nancy recorded the video so perfectly that Travis, who never accused someone without evidence, stopped feeding himself fake hopes about his marriage. It was perfectly planned. Nancy's target was to involve herself so much in Asher's life that she would be able to track everything, including a simple child's tantrum to portraying Dawn as a neglectful mother. It happened two weeks before Asher's 5th birt
"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