The afternoon's orange light streams into the elegant café , facing the hustling city where Dawn is sitting at a large oak bench. She appears calm, yet beneath the surface, her mind is calculating. She flips through the papers the private investigator has just delivered, her eyes narrowing as she reads the detailed report. The bittersweet taste of latte makes her mood better with the lines on the report. Spring Clinton, 24 years old. Employed at a small but growing marketing firm, barely scraping by. A history of substance abuse. Several failed rehab attempts. Friends that are enablers. A secret life she keeps hidden from her colleagues and supervisors. Living with her boyfriend - Freddie, 28, drug-addict and unemployed. and his sister - Fanny. Dawn closes the folder, letting out a slow, meaningful breath. This is exactly what she needed. She didn't know that Spring would destroy her life like this. Just then, the door creaks open, and the private investigator, Mr. Holden, ste
Instead of hanging out with his friends, Travis has decided to hangout with his father who is also his best friend. With an hour drive, Travis enters the Old Mansion where his parents reside. The five storey building has its own world. Since his parents like to have their own office here and handling all sorts of work, they practically built the house with everything available. From lavish spa room to rooftop swimming pool, ten doctors in different fields to lawyers... At least 100 people who are professional in different sectors reside here just to make a whole world for his parents. Especially his mother who is an introvert and hates people, likes to remain in her own comfortable space. She is also a billionaire with her own business. Changing his dress and wearing a sports shirt, Travis grabs a gulf club and follows his father in a spacious room. " I was surprised when Den said you wanted to visit! What's the occasion? I thought you would visit me with my Daughter-in-law
Next Day, Spring Clinton sits at her cluttered desk in the small office of the Evergreen Marketing Solutions, tapping her fingers against her coffee mug. Her eyes dart toward the clock on the wall. It’s nearly noon, and she’s already counting the hours until the day ends. The office hums with the usual sounds of keyboards and printers, while her coworkers chat casually nearby. Despite being surrounded by people, she feels more isolated than ever. Her phone buzzes on the desk, and she glances at the screen. It’s a message from Freddie, her boyfriend. She ignores it, not in the mood for his complaints or his latest half-baked schemes. He’s part of the problem, constantly dragging her down with his addictions, his messes. She stuffs the phone in her drawer and turns her attention to the report she’s supposed to finish by noon. But the numbers blur before her eyes. Her head throbs from the night before. She hadn’t planned on using, but Freddie had brought out the pills, and she coul
" Everything is set up as you want. What's your next step? Mrs Ericson!" While searching for something in her closet, Dawn looks at her phone when Mr Holden asks. She has been thinking a lot and she knows that the future is changing. " Let Ava take care of her mental health first. Make sure Jared plays his role without any trouble." She says, constantly searching for something. However she can't find it. " Is it yet to happen?" She mumbles, trying to find it. " Mrs Ericson. The Supervisor seems to have ignored the report you made. What should we do next then? They might have trusted her abilities and that's why they're overlooking it." " Don't worry about it. I will handle it in my own way. Did you investigate someone called Nancy? I want to find her as soon as possible before something bad happens!" She asks, closing the door of her closet. Pretty disappointed but she is hopeful that it's yet to happen. " Actually there is no one called Nancy Braham in Ohio with the
Travis stands on the balcony, finding Dawn sitting alone in the garden. He can't shake off the weirdness of her obsession with gardens. Even in his parents' mansion she can't stop visiting the gardens. Travis walks downstairs, heading directly to her, there is something in his eyes, something like determination. As he approaches, his footsteps on the dry leaves get her attention. She raises her head, kinda weak--- Her gaze. " Are you feeling alright?" Dawn asks, having no trace of emotions in those words. Travis nods, sitting next to her. Dawn wants to leave right now. But it will bring confrontation that she doesn't want to do. The morning sickness is troubling her as well. " I thought a lot!" Travis starts, without looking at her, " There are thousands of reasons for you to leave me. I can't deny everything. But I think you should get divorced once you complete your study and get a job. It'll be like an alimony. Since you gave up on studying to marry me, you deserve i
It was like a slap on his face when Dawn said she could help him to find the woman who he hated most. He squeezes his hand, standing a few steps away from her. " I hope it's a joke!" His icy voice sends shivers down her spine but she remains unhinged, " It's not." Travis grits his teeth, " Is this why you want to divorce? Some insecurities for a ghost that I don't acknowledge? That's disappointing!" His voice gets colder and aggressive. However, his eyebrows raise with surprise when she chuckles mockingly, " Yeah. Probably. Anyway, if you want to, I can help you out. It's not like-- I have insecurities that will give me a happy ending! Your love for her always is higher than anything - Even your blood!" Saying the last sentence inaudibly, she walks inside the house. No matter how innocent or clueless he looks, the future has already proven that he would turn into someone she hates.Travis in the meantime, is entirely flabbergasted and in disbelief. Is this the reason why s
Mr Ericson passes the cup of coffee to Travis who is sitting silently at the desk. As usual, his expression is cold and indifferent. But his fingers are fidgeting, revealing his anxiety. " What do you want?" Mr Ericson asks, while staring at his middle child. " I don't know!" He replies in short. " Look, We won't force either of you to make any kind of decisions. This is your life and your marriage. You two are solely responsible for the outcome of this situation. I won't force Dawn to stay with you or I won't force you to get divorced. I want to figure out what -!" " I won't divorce her!" His voice is firm. " Not until she gets what she deserves. I have been thinking about this relationship for a while. Realizing that in this entire ordeal, she was not involved but somehow she got involved with me. I knew I couldn't love anyone, trust anyone. I shouldn't have married her in the first place!" He says, clenching his jaw, " I thought it would be fine if I just do fulfill m
Her entire body feels a jerk as if she just falls off the plane before her eyes shot open with tears streaming down her face. Her lips quiver and keep looking around, trying to find a certain person. Entirely forgetting about her coming back to the past to fix herself. " Asher! My son!" She stammers, trying to find Asher around. The door opens, allowing Travis to enter the room. His eyes are full of concern and hesitation to approach. " How are you feeling?" He asks in a calm tone. " You... You! Where is my son? Where is my baby? Because of you... Because of her... I lost... I -!" Travis grabs her arms and pulls into a tight hug after seeing her trembling violently. He crushes his hair and mutters, " The Baby is fine. You just cut your thigh that's why you bled." Dawn frowns narrowly when she feels confused. But soon, the realization hits her badly, giving her the news that her pregnancy has been discovered. She has returned to the past and her pregnancy is discovered b