Semua Bab No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Exhaustion has taken over her body. She slowly moves herself into the house after searching for a whole day. The searching team has already sent her the negative responses one after one, like stabbing from a knife. Tears have dried out. She has done everything to find her son. She asked the community's CCTV footage and visited the traffic controlling office if they saw anyone or any foreign cars leaving her mansion. However, the response is still negative. As if her son suddenly disappeared from the house like air. The pain in her lower abdomen is like someone punching her stomach. She feels the cramps are getting stronger. But she has no strength to focus on her body. She can't live without her son. She can't live without him at all. Almost crawling back into the house, she sits on the floor right middle of the living room, trying not to cry more..Her consciousness is fighting against her to shut. But she can't lose her mind.. She must find her son anywhere. He is someth

To repay the kindness of her adoptive parents, despite knowing that her sister's fiancé would never love her, she accepted that marriage. Living in foster care, being bullied by others and having no family made her think that she owed them for taking her in. She lived her entire life as the shadow of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton. She left on her engagement day and never returned. To reserve the place of the wife of Travis so that other women couldn't marry him or take him away from the Clinton family, who thought of him as the door of their fortune, she was ordered to marry him. Dawn thought she would have to act like a good wife and once her sister returned, she would get divorced without any problems. However, from the time being, she accepted her role as a good wife who never complained, argues or demanded anything. She knew her husband didn't love her. She knew she was the shadow of her sister who was always there, looking down on her. But except for loving her, T

Opening the trunk of my car, I keep staring at it with a sullen gaze, my hand instinctively reaching for my belly. The madness to take revenge on everyone who hurt my son intensifies each time I look at the empty space inside. I know everything was a lie. I’ve checked twice, thrice, and countless times, hoping to find him. But he wasn’t there. My heart aches, yet there’s a strange happiness bubbling inside me, a joy at the chance I’ve been given. A chance I never thought possible. I keep thanking God for sending me back to this time, to when Asher is growing inside me. This means I can rebuild his life, make it safe and warm from the very start. I grab the shopping bag filled with 25 hydrangea plants and a bouquet of gardenias. Asher loves gardenias. Closing the trunk, I walk toward the garden, my steps firm with purpose. I know what’s going to happen in the future. And I will change everything. I place the plants aside and put the gardenias under the big cherry tree. This is whe

- Narrator- Travis Ericson, 24, the youngest son of the Ericson family and the CEO of one of Ericson's Companies, glances at the messages that he received earlier. So far, the amount of money has reached to 6 million dollars and all the money is going to cars, branded clothes and other stuff. He can check everything from his seat with a deep frown between his thick eyebrows. His ocean blue eyes, shiftly moves to the details of hospital bills. The payment receipt was automatically sent from the hospital that he owns. The question keeps lingering who it is. Since his wife who is like an affectionate doll never used his card. And why did she go to the hospital if she is the one who is using the card? " Did you check if the person who is spending the money is Dawn?" Travis finally presses his hand against his neck before looking at his assistant who enters the room quietly. " Yes, Boss! I have called the Butler and he confirmed that Ma'am has been spending money on various th

"Asher!"I jolt awake with a loud gasp, my eyes flying open, heart racing. My hands instinctively clutch my belly, fear coursing through me at the thought that my clumsiness might have harmed my baby. How could I have been so careless? Letting myself drown in panic when my Asher is growing healthy inside me.I try to slap myself, reminding myself that I have my baby with me. Right now, nobody can hurt him. No one can harm my Asher.The sound of the door opening catches my attention. My head snaps towards it, and my eyes narrow in fury. I can’t let anyone come near me. I don’t trust anyone.But then my eyebrows slowly rise in surprise. Standing there with a grin on her face is Tiara Ericson, the only daughter of the Ericson family, just 19 years old. She rushes over to the bed and jumps onto it without hesitation.“Good morning, Sister-in-law!” she chirps.“Hey, Tiara,” I say calmly, even as I move a bit to shield my belly. I’m cautious about her presence.“What’s wrong, Sissy? You loo