"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
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