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
"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
"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
"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.
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
"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
"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
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
Travis’s eyes open with a panic when he feels the wetness on his arm. Thinking that it’s pouring and the raindrops are dripping off the ceiling of the tent, he almost jumps until… He finds Dawn crying silently in her sleep, tears streaming down his arm. “Dawn!” he mutters, looking worried. Gently wiping her face, he shakes her slowly, careful not to frighten her. “Dawn! Wake up! It’s fine,” he whispers, rubbing her back. “Do-Don’t kill him. Don’t kill my baby boy,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around her belly. Travis’s eyes moisten as she cries in his arms. He holds her without disrupting her dreams, whispering softly, “It’s just a dream. You are alright!” It has become a common occurrence for them. Travis shares the same nightmares, watching her and Asher dying constantly. It has become a part of his life, an unrelenting reminder of everything he must do to protect her and Asher. His heart echoes his sadness as he pulls her closer into his arms, resting her against his
The car pulls up in front of a vast expanse of land. At first glance, Dawn is confused by the darkness. She glances at Travis as he steps out of the car. Her heart starts thumping. She trusts him, but this scenario—away from the city, shrouded in darkness, the sound of crickets echoing in the air, and no one else around—makes her tremble slightly.She cradles her belly, trying not to let doubts creep in about whether Travis would ever hurt her or the baby."Why are we here? This doesn’t look like a date!" she asks, her jaw clenched tightly.Travis notices the troubled expression on her face. He opens her door and gently pecks her cheek. "We’re here!" he says with a grin.She tilts her head, trying to understand what’s happening, but her eyes widen in shock as the surroundings suddenly become illuminated by thousands of lights.The entire path is lined with glowing lights and vibrant flowers, forming arches that look like floral gates. At the end of the road stands a giant tent."What’
Surprisingly, the rest of the party goes smoothly. Danny is overly protective of Dawn, and even Tiara can’t stop talking about it. However, there are visible walls of friendship between them. Dawn feels overjoyed to spend what she believes might be her last moments with Danny. She knows he will soon become sick and pass away, which breaks her heart. Danny has turned into the kind of sweet friend she has always wanted. Meanwhile, Spring keeps her distance and avoids Dawn entirely, choosing instead to hang out with her own friends. Tiara is busy replying to Travis’s endless messages—about the bodyguards, the female waitstaff he sends, and everything else. Tiara is shocked when Travis first confides in her about his plan. He knows he won’t get much time to stay with Dawn, but he wants to ensure that everyone working at the event is replaced by his own people. So now, all the female staff and male security guards are part of the Ericson security team. “So, what about you coming to
"Dawn! Let's have dinner together!" Jake approaches her after finding her alone in the corner of the room. She has been trying to find Danny, who has yet to arrive. The sole purpose of coming here is to meet Danny, so it's upsetting that he hasn’t shown up yet. "Thank you. But I am a bit busy!" she says while trying to message Danny. "I don't know what happened between us, Dawn, but I don't want to ruin our friendship. Millie misses you too!" Dawn looks at him, clearly uninterested in his words. "Mr. Jake, I don't think we have any friendship." "Jake! What are you doing?" Spring approaches them and wraps her hand around his arm. "Oh! Dawn? Sorry! In this room, staying five feet apart is impossible since we're at the same party. Anyway, I think you’ve met my boyfriend. This is Jake." She grins. "So rest assured, I won’t come after Travis!" She chuckles, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Dawn looks unbothered once again and dials a number. The only friend who always had her back w
"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