“There’s something wrong with Spring’s case,” Mr. Holden says over the phone.For the first time, Dawn returns to the house where her life once shattered. She steps onto the floor where she had lain bleeding, her husband cradling their son’s lifeless body beside her. With a nonchalant expression, she stands silently, pressing her phone to her ear.“What is it?” she asks, her voice cold and sharp. “Is someone helping her get out?” She wouldn’t be surprised if it’s Travis—just like before, helping her sister return. “No, that’s not it.”No? Then what’s stopping Spring from getting out? Dawn made sure her sister’s life would spiral with no chance of redemption. But she wants to crush it entirely, to squeeze every last bit of hope out of her.“Someone sued her for fraud. Now she’s stuck there, at least until she gets bailed out.”“Fraud?”“Yes, but I can’t dig up more details. It’s an exclusive case. Maybe she angered someone higher up,” Holden says, glancing at the report. “Do you want
Leonora Garner looks as if she’s seen a ghost, her face drained of color. Her eyes drop, avoiding the piercing gaze of the man she once loved in her youth. His voice cuts into her, stabbing at her heart, “Why did you lie about my daughter? Why did you—?” "How did you find her?" she interrupts, trembling but determined not to let him see her fear. “You weren’t supposed to find her.” His face twists with anger. “Is that all you have to say? Do you have any idea how much I suffered because of this? Do you know what happened after you told me you’d aborted our child?” he snaps, his voice shaking. “Are you happy, Leonora? Living your best life, betraying me, abandoning our child to strangers. Are you happy?” “Cruel people? They’re good people. They’re rich. They are—” “Enough!” Mr. Holden growls, the room seeming to tremble with his fury. “How heartless can someone be? How are you not haunted by karma? You should be rotting somewhere for the lives you’ve destroyed. Listen!” He steps c
Unexpectedly, it’s Spring’s parents who bail her out, not Travis as Dawn had expected. Now, Dawn is left wondering why Travis was even there if he wasn’t the one helping Spring. Or is he somehow connected to the fraud case Mr. Holden mentioned? A week passes. Tomorrow is the party, and Dawn has been so busy shopping and organizing that she has almost forgotten about Spring and all the negativity in her life. She wants to enjoy this time with people who actually treat her like she matters.Now, she’s standing outside the house, about to have dinner with Travis, who hasn’t been home in days. She’s noticed so many changes in him lately. In her past life, he was heavily involved during her pregnancy, but this time, it’s different. In the three weeks since she’s been back, she’s only seen him a few times, like he’s stopped acknowledging their marriage altogether. Yet, she often wakes up to a clean house and a refrigerator full of the food she likes. With so many servants, she knows nobod
The annual celebration has started, and Dawn is busy hosting guests, especially relatives and extended family from the Ericson side. Tiara is helping, although she’s mostly stationary since she isn’t supposed to move around too much. The Ericson couple, on the other hand, are busy mingling with their partners and clients. “Sis! You don’t have to climb the stairs to help with the kids. They’ve got nannies for that!” Tiara calls out, concerned as she notices Dawn fussing over the children upstairs, bringing juice and snacks even though there are plenty of servants available. But Dawn, being Dawn, keeps checking on the kids—it’s her way of staying close to thoughts of her own child. She holds a tray of ice cream and fruit jelly cake and heads toward the staircase. She’s glad that everyone has their own tasks until the after-party begins. Tiara is handling makeup and outfits for the women, and Dawn has been in charge of giving tours and showing the pregnant women their facilities. Now,
"Hi!" Jack softly waves his hand as Dawn approaches with a glass of milk for Janet. She finds herself growing more fond of the little girl, who isn’t a picky eater or a messy one—a rare trait in children. Janet, on her best behavior, finishes her meal and eagerly waits for her milk as dessert. Dawn’s heart warms at the sight. She can’t help but compare Janet to Asher, who is just as particular about food as his father. Travis refuses to eat anything outside a short list of dishes. Even when he’s away most of the time, he still demands she cook for him whenever he returns, brushing aside the efforts of their chefs. Lately, though, Travis doesn’t even acknowledge her presence like he used to. The growing distance gives her plenty of time to think about how she will leave him behind for good. She no longer wants revenge, even though he has betrayed her love and allowed another woman to tear apart their family. Still, she knows that seeing Spring—the woman Travis can’t seem to get o
Travis lays her down on the bed and quietly grabs the blanket. She has been terrified and confused about what just happened. In her previous life, nothing like this ever happened to her, but—there had been rumors about some drunk people trying to enter one of their rooms. That means in this life, it happened, and she became the victim. While trembling, her hands keep rubbing her belly. When that man pushed her against the bed, he pressed her belly to control her hands, so it's hurting a bit. Feeling utterly distraught and disgusted by the incident, she curls herself into a ball and keeps sobbing. "I’ll call the doctor. You take some rest," Travis says while covering her with the blanket. He places her phone on the nightstand along with a glass of water. As he turns to leave, she grabs his wrist, staring at him, exhausted and terrified. What if someone else enters the room? She doesn’t want to be alone right now. "You need something?" he asks, his voice gentle as he presses the
After meeting his parents and some business partners, Travis heads to the restroom. The lack of sleep has left him with a throbbing headache, and the earlier incident still lingers in his mind, fueling his rage. He knows he won’t feel any peace until he sees those culprits punished. Splashing cold water on his face, he glances at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening. "Did you fight with Dawn? She’s in the dining room, devouring a huge bowl of ice cream," Jim says, leaning casually against the doorframe. Travis dries his hands with a towel and turns toward his brother. "No. She’s probably just craving it." Jim raises a skeptical brow. "You can fool everyone else, but not me. I raised you, remember?" He grins and claps Travis on the shoulder. "She’s pregnant, Travis. Stressing her out won’t help—" Jim’s words trail off as he notices something on Travis’s chest. Narrowing his eyes, he moves to pull back Travis’s shirt sligh
The party ends without any further incidents. Tiara apologizes to Dawn for her earlier behavior, but Dawn brushes it off, knowing it wasn’t Tiara’s fault. Meanwhile, Jim takes over handling the remaining responsibilities after Travis excuses himself, citing a headache. After changing into comfortable clothes, Dawn decides to take another shower. She dislikes the lingering smell of wine on her skin. However, when she steps out of the walk-in closet, she notices Travis lying on the couch. His expression is tense and pained. Taking a deep breath, she reminds herself that sometimes she must fulfill her duties as a wife. And, as a decent human being, she doesn’t want to be cruel. Quietly, she heads to the kitchen to brew some tea. The aroma of ginger wafts through the air, stirring Travis, who glances in her direction. She’s gained some weight, he notes, unable to look away. A flicker of desire crosses his mind—the thought of resting his head on her shoulder while watching her cook
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