Autumn Dawson stood stiffly at the edge of the dance floor, her hands clenched tightly around her champagne glass. she watched with teary eyes, her husband twirl his new bride, Iris Dawson—her much younger half-sister—across the polished wood. The twinkling lights above cast a soft glow on their joyous faces, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in Autumn's chest. For twelve years, she had played the role of his substitute wife, enduring the empty nights and the whispered rumors, only to be cast aside the moment his father passed away. On the very day that marked their twelve-year anniversary, he had married Iris, leaving Autumn to bear witness to a happiness that had never been hers. Autumn Dawson watched the couple with a heavy heart, her bloodshot eyes tracking every movement as Ivan smiled ear to ear at Iris. That radiant smile was something she had never been granted; Ivan had only ever shown her one expression on that handsome face of his—a cold but an unyielding glare. It w
Autumn opens her eyes at the hospital. She heard the familiar sobs that could only belong to Iris. She had a look around just to spot Iris bawling her eyes out. She slowly sits upright as Iris notices Autumn had just awaken. "Autumn, how could you. Why couldn't you wait till after the wedding to reveal that you're pregnant?" Iris sobbed even harder. Autumn couldn't understand how her sister could not have a single compassion. She couldn't even care that her sister was stripped to a stretcher? She couldn't even imagine that she might had lost her life. "Abort it Autumn." Iris begs. Autumn furrows her brows and without thinking she slaps Iris. She didn't know when her hand had a mind of it's own, or maybe she's aware that's why she didn't feel any ounce of guilt. Realizing what she had done she immediately apologizes. "I'm sorry Iris, my hand slipped." Autumn turns her gaze to the other side of the hospital, Iris in shock held her cheek. She was filled with rage. She wondered when
Ivan could not pinpoint why he was disappointed. He was sure the child wasn't his but he could not understand why he wished it was. He turns to Autumn who laid in shock and immediately his stomach turned. Autumn had finally brainwashed him that he could not help but extend pity towards her. He hated himself for falling for her traps and hated her more for making him feel such a way. His eyes widened as he glared at the scornful woman in front of him. "Our marriage ends today, I'll have my lawyers send you the divorce papers." He furiously storms out, followed by the doctor and then Iris. Autumn was left stunned with her parents, she could not understand how the results were wrong. She turned to them with teary eyes, her throat was burning and her head was aching as she spoke. "Mom, Dad, believe me, the baby is Ivan's." She cried hoping her parents would take her side but they looked at her in disgust. "Are you that attention starved that you pulled a stunt like this? After all
Ivan immediately embraces Iris in his arms. Autumn ought to raise her voice but she felt a lump against her throat.Her eyes met with the doctor, he scornfully glances at Ivan, she could tell he was in love with Iris. "I love you so much." Ivan tells Iris and that finally broke Autumn. A tear stream down her sockets.Autumn could recall by memory how many times she had begged this man to love her. She always thought he was incapable of saying it to her or any other woman. How deluded she really was, Ivan was never incapable of ever saying it, he just didn't care to say it to her. He did not love her and just finally coming to terms to it was painful, it was as if Ivan had slapped her in the face. Why did she even fall in love with this man? Why had she agree to marry him. If only she didn't spend that drunken night with him she wouldn't be in this situation. "Ivan." Autumn calls him, he turns his back sealing his once tender gaze with an icy stare."What are you still doing here? Y
Autumn could barely move, but she heard the shaky voice of Felicity making a call on speaker and she could recognize that nagging spoilt voice over the phone.It was Iris.Autumn has many regrets all of a sudden she regrets ever meeting Ivan, she regrets ever marrying him and she regrets encouraging Iris bad behavior that eventually led to this. If she could go back she would make sure to undo everything even if it was three years back.Instantly Autumn numbness disappears, she gasps as her surroundings were still blur but she wasn't in the same position at the floor. She was at a party, not any party she was at her and Ivan's nine year anniversary party. Her eyes lingered at the huge banner, confusion washes over her as she tries to figure out if this was just her life flashing before her eyes. If it was, why this memory. This was the first time Ivan had propose a divorce and also the time Ivan introduced Iris as his mistress.She remembers it exactly, Ivan makes a toast and then ha
The only person that could end the marriage between Autumn Dawson and Ivan Ashton was, Maverick Ashton, Ivan's biological father. The only reason he ordained their marriage was because of a scandal years back, the media had caught the two in bed and to save face, Maverick forced the two into a marriage of convenience. Maverick sat down in his seat as he watched his son over his desk. He had a cup of coffee in his grasps he eyes Ivan who had ignored eye contact during the entire meeting. His wife sat next to him visibly shaking. The cup parted away from his lips and in a swift motion he collided the cup against Ivan's head. Miriam, Ivan's mother sobbed as she watch her son sit in place. Blood seep slowly from Ivan's forehead but that was the least of what Maverick wanted to inflict on Ivan. "So how the fuck are you going to fix this huh? You damn bastard." Maverick hissed raising his voice. Ivan's silence pissed him even more. The least he could do was have balls and talk back afte
Autumn puts her phone down. She put her phone on silent to ignore Ivan's calls. She was shocked he even called her in the first place it's something he has never done in her past life. She continued looking around the mansion her father in-law got for her and Ivan. She looked at the floor she laid on when she died. "Was this a second chance?" She gasps to herself. So she did really die. And somehow she went back three years in the past. Then her mind went back to the person who instigated her death, Iris. Her hands went straight to her stomach. The cold empty void then overwhelmed her, she had lost her baby in her past life. Once again anger washed over her and a single tear stream down her cheek. "Miss Autumn, your lunch is ready." she suddenly got flashbacks from Felicity poisoning me. Autumn froze, her face went white and her cheeks blushed, filling a bit of color in her face. Her heart raced as she my voice trembled. "Miss Autumn are you okay?" The maid asked. Autumn looked o
Ivan's eyes widened, his face was written shocked all over it, his palm ball into a fist as anger surge through him."Who is he?" He asked in a calm voice."Who is the fucking bastard you're opening your legs to." Autumn wasn't shocked by the slightest, this was the same man who accused her of an affair and didn't believe their child was theirs.Autumn tried to turn away, but Ivan's grip was unyielding. He grasped her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he forced her to face him. His eyes, once warm and loving, now burned with a desperate intensity."Baby, please," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.Autumn's eyes widened in shock, but her primary focus was on escaping Ivan's suffocating hold. She tried to wriggle free, but he refused to release her."I-I'm sorry, Autumn," Ivan stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Please, give me another chance. You don't need to lie to me about your affair."Autumn's gaze narrowed, her eyes squinting as if asking
Autumn froze at Derek's question. Her mind raced for an answer, but nothing coherent came to her. "We should take this inside, Autumn," Ethan suggested gently, watching the tension in her posture. Autumn shook her head, her resolve hardening. "No. Derek needs to hear this," she muttered with quiet determination, glancing at Derek, whose concerned gaze lingered on her. His expression wavered, confused and uneasy. "If I tell you the truth, Derek," Autumn began hesitantly, her voice low but steady, "you might hate me. Or worse, you'll think I'm crazy." Derek stepped closer, his brow furrowed deeply. "Will the truth make me hate you?" Autumn hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes before her expression turned cold. "That depends on you," she replied flatly. Derek took a steadying breath, the weight of her words settling uncomfortably in his chest. "So... who’s back?" "Charlie Fraser," she answered bluntly. Derek blinked, his brows knitting together. "The Charlie Fras
Derek took the manual from Autumn, carefully examining the safety latch instructions. Without hesitation, he began rolling up his sleeves. Then, in one smooth motion, he folded his shirt and placed it neatly on a nearby chair. Autumn coughed awkwardly, her gaze darting to the far end of the room. Heat crept up her neck as she felt her face flush. She quickly backed away, giving him space. “I’m going to make lunch,” she mumbled, fleeing before Derek could reply. As she entered the kitchen, her heart pounded in her chest. She leaned on the counter, trying to calm herself. “He’s just here to help with the crib. Get a hold of yourself, Autumn,” she muttered under her breath. Determined to distract herself, she busied herself preparing lunch. Soon, the kitchen filled with the warm aroma of broth. Humming softly, Autumn ladled the soup into two bowls, placing them on a tray. A small frown crossed her face as she glanced at the portions. Will this be enough? she wondered, recalli
D.O.N Corps felt as if Derek had never left. Although his memories were gone, Derek returned as the ruthless CEO everyone knew and feared. The moment his presence graced the scene, indistinct chatter echoed through the halls like ripples in water. On his first day back, he wasted no time, calling back-to-back board meetings. Yet, to his surprise, the company wasn’t in disarray. Every issue he planned to address had already been resolved—Autumn had taken care of it all. For once, there was little for him to do. This unusual reprieve left the employees of D.O.N Corps grateful to Autumn, despite the grueling meetings she had subjected them to in his absence. As they filed out of the latest board meeting, whispers of appreciation filled the air. Evette, however, hurried to her office, keen to avoid Derek’s scrutiny. “Miss Evette,” Derek’s voice cut through the chatter. His stride, usually commanding, carried a hint of hesitation. Evette froze, her bag half-slung over her shoulder.
Cameras flashed from every corner as Iris dropped to her knees, the sound of the clicking shutters filling the air like a swarm of locusts. She wore a sleek black gown that clung to her curves. A black fascinator perched on her head, its delicate veil casting a shadow across her tear-streaked face, partly obscuring her features but not her pain.The moment she arrived at the police station, the paparazzi had swarmed her, hurling questions like stones about Elliot's arrest. Iris forced her chest to rise and fall dramatically, her breathing labored as her mascara streaked down her cheeks in inky trails. Her trembling hands clutched at the folds of her dress, the fabric twisting under her grip as she knelt on the cold pavement. To any passerby, she looked like a woman shattered by grief, you could as well liken her to a victim.But inside, Iris felt none of that. She felt alive.For once, the people of Havenport were paying attention—not to her, exactly, but to Charlie. And that was cl
Instead, he turned to Autumn, his features softening slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, concern evident in his voice. Autumn barely acknowledged him, giving a small nod before turning to walk away. But Derek wasn’t done. He grabbed her hand, halting her in her tracks. Behind them, Ben was still ranting, his voice shrill like a barking dog. Derek turned, his glare silencing the man instantly. With a sharp order, he instructed the security to remove Ben. "I’ll handle her," Derek said calmly. The guards nodded, dragging a still-sputtering Ben away. With the commotion gone, Derek turned his attention back to Autumn. His hand still gripped hers as he leered closer, his other hand landing firmly on her shoulder. "Is that the father of the child?" Derek asked, his voice low but laced with an accusatory edge. "Why would you let that old prick knock you up? Were you driven by his wealth and decided to sleep with him?" Autumn’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowin
"It's just stress. Your baby is still kicking and healthy," the doctor informed Autumn, and the pent-up stress she had been feeling slightly eased. It had been three days since she discovered Iris was still alive and had gotten plastic surgery to look exactly like Charlie. Because of this, Autumn had a growing fear—more of a crisis—that any single person she encountered could be Iris. Even though Iris hadn't caught on that she was aware, Autumn was clearly still in danger, given Iris's alliance with Elliot. "Is it possible for me to travel a month from now?" Autumn asked as the doctor glared at her, judgment in her eyes. "No, you're in your third trimester. Any moment now, you could go into labor," the doctor said, concern written all over her face. "It's urgent. Can't you just write me a doctor's note and pardon me?" Autumn's tone was desperate. "So I can have my license revoked? I think not. You can't even travel until a month or two after giving birth," the doctor said, st
"You've been busy." Elliot's frame leaned against the white tile of the hospital's restroom. Iris was busy fixing her make up, dabbing a pint of gloss across her lips as she pouts her lips. She shrugged satisfied with the glossiness of her plump lips, she had to give it to Charlie for at least being so pretty. She didn't understand why Charlie didn't just seduce Derek from the beginning she was beautiful and now Iris had her face.She turned to Elliot who she finally noticed taking a space in the room."This is the lady's restroom." Iris smudge her index finger across her lips as she tried to set down the rest of her gloss."What are you doing?" Elliot asked, leaned back even more relaxed even though he was more stressed than ever."I'm fixing my make up? What does it look like I'm doing?" Iris said as Elliot groaned, his palm retreats to his face in frustration."You know what I'm talking about Iris. What business do you have with Derek Ashton? Are you reconsidering our alliance?" El
"It's best you don't tell Derek the baby belongs to him." Iris said as Autumn rose from her seat. It's been two weeks since she came disguised as Charlie and Autumn was sick of it. She was now eight months pregnant and was nearing delivery while her supposed babydaddy was coddling up to the two faced bitch that stood before her.Iris uttered the suggestion in the cafeteria and Autumn stood up with her protruding tummy sticking out like a sore thumb. Everyone in the cafeteria, mostly nurses feared she might give birth right at that moment. Autumn sucked in her breath wary of the eyes that summerged her. "And what should I do with his child? Hide it's existence from the father?" Autumn gloated reaching for her paper cup."Abort it." Autumn paused gripping tightly to her cup at the utter mention of abortion. "Excuse me?" Autumn questioned looking avertly at Iris smug face.She was due to delivery and Charlie had the guts to recommend an abortion?"You did it with your first child with
"He has amnesia," the doctor said to Autumn, her voice calm but heavy with implication. Autumn bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears until they spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. Evette, who stood beside her, immediately pulled a napkin from her bag and handed it to her friend. Evette couldn't hide her surprise. This was the first time she had ever seen Autumn break down. At work, Autumn was known for her ruthlessness and unyielding demeanor. The sight of her crying now made Evette's chest ache. She must really love Derek, she thought. "How long will this last?" Autumn asked, her voice now firm as she quickly wiped her face. The moment of vulnerability was gone, replaced by her usual composed, no-nonsense expression. The doctor sighed softly. "It could last weeks, months, maybe even years. It depends on his recovery process, Autumn," she explained in a measured, comforting tone. But to Autumn, the words were anything but comforting. Autumn’s brow furrowed in frustration.