"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
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
Ever since Travis has told her about the situation, Dawn's health has improved significantly. Nightmares are now rare occurrences. Though she has lost a significant amount of weight, she looks stunning as a pregnant woman. The glow on her face is undeniable, and the way she carries herself radiates a newfound peace. Right now, she walks across the rooftop, one of her favorite places. The fresh air brushes against her skin, bringing a sense of tranquility. This is where she often comes to think, to reflect. Today, her mind is preoccupied with a thought she can’t shake off—the idea of returning to that villa. The very place where everything unfolded in her previous life. She isn't sure whether it’s a good idea, but a part of her wants to go back. Asher loved his room there. After stretching her legs for a bit, she slowly sits on the swing, letting her body relax. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she places a hand over her belly. The thought of welcoming Asher into a
Travis's smile lingers on his face with a sort of relief and calmness after he has finished the call with Danny. The plan has been successful the way they wanted. He has helped Danny to make sure he won't be tagged along with that murder case. Obviously, he will never risk his friend's life. The moment Danny said he wanted to come back, he knew that the plan had been successful. Right now, he stands before his father, who is going through some documents and showing them to him, making him absolutely confused. He wants to go to his wife and hug her to say that everything is okay now. "Now, tell me, what are these?" Mr. Ericson asks, folding his arms over his chest. "You called me to say this?" Travis shows a bit of frustration when his father presents some of the things that he thinks his father shouldn't have worried about. However, Mr. Ericson's expression shows he isn't liking his son's abnormal behavior in the last few months. "If you want to build another company or wa
Mary clutches the edge of the dining table, her fingers trembling as she presses against the wound on her abdomen. Blood seeps between her fingers, warm and sticky, staining the fabric of her dress. Her breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as she struggles to stay upright. Across the room, Henry sprawls on the floor, his body convulsing with pain. His face twists in agony, his hands clutching his own wound, but he is too weak to move. With a shaky hand, Mary reaches for her phone, her vision blurring. Her blood-slicked fingers slip against the screen as she dials Danny’s number. Outside, parked in front of the company, Danny sits inside his car, the glow of the streetlights casting a faint sheen over his face. His eyes remain fixed on his iPad, where the live CCTV footage plays, capturing every moment of the chaos inside the house. The moment his phone rings, a smirk curls at the corner of his lips. He answers casually. “Hey, honey! I’m waiting for you outside. When are you
Next Day, Mary stands in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection with an almost predatory satisfaction. The red silk blouse clings to her figure, its lustrous sheen against the black skirt making her look sharp, calculated—perfect. She admires how the fabric flows around her waist, the way it accentuates her curves. Today is important. She needs everything to be just right. The parcel will arrive at 11, and she will be the one to claim it before Henry even knows it’s here. The parcel isn’t just any package. It’s from the company. And it’s filled with assets, documents, and materials that she will need to secure her own lab. She was surprised when Danny explained the worth of this package. Her phone buzzes on the dresser, cutting through her thoughts. She glances at the screen, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "I’m almost done. Please make sure you get here around 11:30." She exhales slowly, the grin never leaving her face. "Perfect. I'll have it well b
Tiara sits cross-legged on the floor, her eyes following Travis as he meticulously paints the final artwork on the nursery wall. His brush moves with slow, deliberate strokes, the colors blending seamlessly to create the tranquil image of a twilight sky. "Twilight?" she muses, tilting her head. "Yes," Travis answers softly, his voice carrying a sense of quiet nostalgia. He has been working on the painting for a while, carefully recreating a scene that holds a special place in Asher’s heart. The little boy loves fishing with Travis, watching the sunset paint the horizon in brilliant hues of orange, pink, and deep purple. Tiara giggles, swinging her legs idly. "Wouldn’t ‘Dawn’ be better? Sister's name is Dawn, after all. It’s cute, isn’t it?" Travis smiles at her suggestion but doesn’t waver in his focus. Before he can respond, both of them turn their heads as the door creaks open. Dawn stands at the entrance, her enormous belly emphasized by the loose-fitting dress she wears.
Revenge is ___The empty place of this sentence holds thousands of different emotions, especially for those seeking revenge on the people who once hurt them. Danny was the love child of two of the worst people imaginable. His parents had torn their families apart under the pretense of love, but the truth was far from it. Their relationship was a battlefield of constant blame, petty arguments, and neglect. Growing up, Danny had felt sorry for his half-brother, understanding the resentment their father’s other family held toward him. He had accepted their hatred, believing it was the least of his burdens. But everything changed when he realized he might never have a future with Dawn. That moment of clarity made him want to build a life with Mary instead. But...Now, Danny sits back, sipping his coffee as he listens to the muffled argument coming from Mary’s study. The rising voices, the accusations, the heavy thuds, and finally, Mary’s quiet sobs—all of it brings him a twisted