"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 thought he would be in hell for hurting his children and his wife. However, a push from behind made him snap out of his daze. He stood there, confused and numb. The strong squeeze in his heart was somehow released. He looked around, only to find his parents staring at him with concern. "Spring left. But we are here. We will support you!" Travis felt confused. He couldn't understand why he would dream of the day he hated so much. The love he had for Spring vanished from his heart because he always hated when people abandoned him. So why would he dream of that day instead of a day with Dawn? Unable to comprehend, he walked toward Dawn's room. He wanted to see Dawn, even if it was just a dream. But he stopped when he found Dawn, looking concerned and hungry, sitting in her room as if she were ready to take the blame for her sister. He wanted to apologize, wanted to hug her. But he stopped when his mother came to him. "Travis! You are scaring that kid!" A kid? Trav
After waking up with an intense craving for something sour, Dawn finds herself trapped in the firm embrace of two strong arms. To make matters worse, she isn’t even on her side, the position she prefers. Despite the frustration bubbling inside her, she knows exactly who the culprit is. It’s Travis. She used to unconsciously snuggle into his arms whenever they shared a bed.“Let go!” she mutters, her voice muffled by sleep and irritation.Her stomach growls loudly, a discomfort that’s become all too familiar since entering her second trimester. Her emotions are chaotic — a storm of frustration, nausea, and helplessness. Tears threaten to form, adding to her sense of hopelessness.Dawn pushes at him again, managing to loosen his hold just slightly. Travis, still sound asleep, shifts and murmurs softly, " It's ok! Everything is alright."“I said let me go! I’m hungry!” she complains, her patience finally snapping. Without thinking, she bites his arm lightly.That does the trick. Travis j
At first, Travis watches Dawn stepping away from him heartbreakingly once he spits those words out. Her eyes widen in shock and pure concern. Her hands clutch around her belly with that look that says everything, "So you are back? For what?" Although she says nothing but steps aside, Travis knows that since the cat is out of the bag, he needs to do whatever he should to keep her protected and alert at this point. He watches her staring at him, even though she is the one who already assumed that he is back. Maybe she didn't actually believe that he could be back. "I am back. And I regret everything!" He says, being honest with himself and the woman he always cherished. "You regret? Regret what? Marrying me or—!" "Will you give me a chance to explain? We both know how the situation is and how things have been planned by Spring perfectly! So, let's talk. Later, you can blame me, hate me openly, and..." He pauses, his eyes filled with sadness, "divorce me for being a father wh
There is a very few people who bring happiness in your life. Certainly they can be your family or anyone from the world who you never met. And at some point, those relationships, from blood related to no blood related relationship, make life way much better and brighter than you ever anticipated. Travis was a boy of few words. Falling in love with Spring it was a fresh, understandably nice. Travis can't say that he didn't love her. Spring's fake façade when she acted innocent and perfect was the perfect type that Travis wanted. A woman who could understand him, respect his boundaries and respects his feelings the way it should be. But he was a teenage boy who fell in love for the first time. He had that rose colored glass that stopped him wondering how a person could be so perfect in every aspect of her life. Also him being a perfect person didn't make him think that another person can't be perfect. But Travis is a man with self-respect. The day Spring walked out of the engagement,
Dawn is beyond shock—saying she is shocked would be an understatement. Travis, who isn’t good at explaining things except in business, said something that didn’t sound like he was making excuses. It explained everything that had happened to her throughout the six years.She is even surprised that he remembers everything thoroughly. But she is astonished after realizing how deep the level of deception was.There were some incidents that nobody was supposed to know about—not even Nancy. But Nancy knew, twisted the truth, and sent it to Travis, who patiently rejected all accusations against her.One of them is the cruelest she has ever heard.After her 23rd birthday, her in-laws sent her and Travis away for personal time after Asher's birth. Although Asher was a calm and observant child like his father, handling a baby was still difficult. So, her in-laws decided to give her a break with a three-day exclusive honeymoon suite package to enjoy time together.At first, she noticed Travis's
Travis stands firm behind her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder as she sits upright on the couch. Across from her, Jasmine reclines with an air of superiority, her sharp eyes glinting with judgment. The corner of Jasmine’s lips twitches upward into a smug smirk as she glances briefly at Dawn before redirecting her attention to Travis.“So, tell me,” Jasmine begins, her tone laced with disdain, “what made you marry her, Travis? I introduced you to countless women—highly qualified, stunning women. And yet, you chose... this?”The room plunges into a suffocating silence. The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in the air as all eyes shift to Jasmine. The glint in their gazes sharpens like predators zeroing in on prey.Travis’s fingers move in slow, soothing circles on Dawn’s shoulder, his voice steady but firm. “Because she’s the one I want to be with.”Jasmine scoffs, loud and dismissive. Her gaze sweeps over Dawn like a disinterested interviewer appraising a candidate. “So,” sh
Spring's expression shifts to seriousness as she shakes the glass of wine. Her eyes are settled on her reflection in the counter. Beads of sweat gather at the corner of her left brow, with a deep frown between her eyebrows. "Don't worry!" A cold tone comes as she takes a glance at the sushi master. "She wasn't as important as you thought she would be." Spring looks up at the man. His blonde hair and dark blue eyes don't match the Sagari he has adorned himself with. She lowers her gaze, then reaches for the sliced raw squid sashimi he just prepared. "Fanny is my ex-boyfriend's sister. She was one of the most cunning people I have ever met," she says calmly, clenching the chopsticks. "So?" the man retorts. "She crossed the line—blackmailing us. How stupid!" Spring leans into the chair and meets his eyes with a sharp sigh. "You should have at least used her before killing her. Whatever. When will your brother be here?" The man grins playfully while cleaning the knife. "He won
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 c
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