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
It was confirmed that behind the scenes, the truth always hides with eye-opening information.Dawn, who hated Travis for his betrayal, can't feel that way anymore. Now, when she looks at him, she feels a deep respect. Can a person truly stand firm against all the accusations and fake evidence against his wife? What was Travis thinking at that time? Was love enough to trust her fully? If he did it for love, how deeply did he love her?She stands up, feeling a heavy weight lifted off her chest. She turns to Travis with a soft smile. "Thank you."Travis knits his brows and stands up. "Why?""For working hard. If I were in your shoes, I would have left you without a second thought.""But I couldn't protect you!" Travis's voice cracks, regret never leaving him."It was inevitable. Like they said, there were masterminds behind everything. If they couldn’t get you, they would have found another way to hurt us.""Don't you hate me? I...""Stop blaming yourself, Travis!" she says, holding
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.
Danny bolts into the hallway, heart pounding."Tiara, wait!"His voice echoes off the walls, but she doesn’t pause. Her figure is stiff, her arms wrapped around herself like a barrier, her steps quick and precise. The elevator is already arriving. She steps in without looking back.He rushes in just as the doors start to close.The small space swallows them in silence. Neither speaks. The hum of the elevator is the only sound between them.She stares straight ahead, eyes dull. Her lips press into a hard line, her breathing shallow but composed. Her hands, though, tremble slightly—fingers curled into the fabric of her coat."I didn’t expect you to say that in front of your brother," Danny says, voice quiet and even.His tone carries no accusation, only a trace of confusion, maybe guilt."Neither did I," she replies, voice brittle. "It wasn’t calculated. It just slipped out. Like a stupid truth I couldn’t hold in anymore."He exhales, looking at the floor. His hands are in his pockets,
"Sis. Aren’t they being ridiculous?" Tiara storms inside, her voice slicing through the calm air like thunder on a sunny day.Travis blinks, still holding his phone mid-air, capturing what was supposed to be a milestone—Asher's first magical taste of ice cream. The toddler had just opened his mouth for another spoonful, lips shiny and eager, when Tiara's entrance pulls all attention to her.Asher immediately swivels his head, wide-eyed and curious. The spoon falls, landing on the floor with a tiny splat. But he doesn't care. His aunt has just entered like a whirlwind, and she looks like she's ready to bite someone.Travis exhales heavily and walks over with Asher on his hip. The little boy now has chocolate on his chin, cheeks, and even his eyebrows, but none of that matters."What happened?" Travis asks, one brow raised. "You just disturbed your nephew’s ice cream moment.""I didn’t!" Tiara leans forward to kiss Asher's forehead, her expression softening for a second before frustrati
"What do you think you were thinking when you proposed such a ridiculous idea?" Pulling Danny aside, Dawn asks, her voice low but sharp like a blade. Her eyes scan the hallway cautiously, making sure no one overhears them. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips press into a tight, disbelieving line.Danny rubs the back of his neck, his gaze shifting downward as shame and confusion cloud his features. His lips part slightly, trying to form a response, but the words falter. "I just...!"Dawn cuts him off with a glare that could burn holes through steel. "You rejected her. Have you considered how she will feel when she sees you with some random hookups? Bruh! She is in love with you. Not some silly crush!" Her voice trembles slightly with frustration as she throws her hands up.Danny’s eyes widen. The words hit him like cold water. He knew she was in love with him—deep down, he always knew. But he just thought it would be safer this way, that if she stayed close, she wouldn’t have to face
" Morning Classes? We have already discussed that you can't attend Morning class with the Chancellor!" Mrs Ericson, as the VVIP member of the University director board, looks at Tiara with disbelief. After returning from the university, she has come here to ask if her mother can assign a chauffeur to drive her to the university. Since she gets scared of driving early in the morning after a bad experience. Mrs Ericson leans into her chair and takes a glance at the schedule of the chauffeur teams. There are ten chauffeurs who are in morning duties. So it won't be hard for her to assign one. But..." I will talk to the Chancellor -!'" No, Mom. Nobody knows that I am your daughter there. I don't like to tell it either. Even my friends think I am just a well-off family not some-!"" You despise your family status?" Mrs Ericson raises her brow. " No!" Tiara says, her voice echoes the frustration. " I just want to live like I don't matter to someone because of my family background. I don
" Tiara! Stop! Please!" Sarah chases her with her backpack in her hand. Tiara has been ignoring them completely, blocking all of her friends' numbers. She doesn't want to be friends with people who are greedy and selfish. Tiara stops turning towards Sarah who runs across the hallway and calling her name. " Why are you doing this?" Sarah takes a deep breath and looks at Tiara with a pitiful gaze. " You can't just throw away our friendship just because we didn't take you to the trip. We have learned our lesson. Now stop being dramatic and clear the air!"Tiara is beyond shocked. The tone of Sarah feels like Tiara is the one who is being unreasonable and dramatic. " It's really awful, you know. You always show yourself like some spoiled rich girl. You should consider our emotions. You ever stopped sponsoring Sam's tuition fee. Isn't this extreme?"Tiara with full amusement, listens to Sarah. She used to think them as her family. She prioritized them. Now listening to Sarah's entitl
Travis takes a deep breath while he loosens his tie in his office. Each hour feels like forever to stay away from his family. Asher is thriving. Thanks to Dawn's memories of her previous life, she has been taking care of Asher. From vaccines to doctor appointments, everything has been handled by Dawn.Travis wants to be a part of everything, but his responsibility as the CEO makes it hard. However, Dawn keeps a record of everything so that Travis doesn't miss anything.Right now, opening the baby monitor, he rests himself in the chair. Since morning, he has been attending meetings and has had no time to eat. Watching his son grow up closely feels different than it did in his previous life.Every weekend visitation wasn't enough if he thinks about it now. Resting his head on his arm, he looks at his laptop.Soon, his smile deepens, his eyes moist with a gentle gaze when he notices Dawn sleeping in the bed, holding Asher on her chest. Asher is awake and trying to nibble his mother's chi
" He rejected?" Dawn asks, surprised. " Yes. He said he can't love anyone right now!" The smile remains on her lips but the bitterness feels so palpable. "I am sorry, Tia!" Dawn gently holds her into her arms, " Danny has been hurt by his wife and might be in bad mood. Maybe you can try-!" " No!" Tiara whispers softly... " He was genuine. I saw those eyes. They didn't lie. He wasn't interested in me." " You want to give up? Isn't it too early?" Dawn asks softly, knowing that Tiara is in pain. " It's not like I am giving up. I am protecting my feelings from getting hurt and being hoped for. I will nurture them on my own!" Dawn's eyes widened. Tiara looks so calm about the entire situation. The Rejection must have affected her. " Are you sure you will be fine? It's your choice. But what if ... All I want is to see you being happy with someone who loves you and cherishes you!" Tiara smiles, throwing her long hair behind, " Actually, yesterday, one of my professors of
Next morning, Tiara has woken up with hundreds of calls and messages from her friends. Her sleepy eyes have failed to understand the context of the messages. But the moment all the memories rush back to her mind, she stiffens. Not only has she cancelled everything, but she has also confessed her love and has gotten rejected. Her hand reaches her forehead, gently rubbing between her brows. Tears fight to gather around her beautiful cerulean eyes. Not only has she lost those friends she thought of as true friends, but she has also been rejected. "What a shitty day!" She takes a deep breath and forces herself to smile. "But I am proud of myself!" She gently taps her own cheeks before walking to the washroom. But her movements halt midway when the phone rings again. This time, she has decided to face reality instead of running away from everyone. The caller ID is registered under her best friend's name, who didn’t care slightly yesterday and was the one who initiated pushing h
Danny’s face says everything. He isn't shocked or disgusted by her. He is surprised. Someone else was happy to see his wife die? It makes no sense unless there’s something behind those feelings. Jealousy? For what?The silence lingers between them, thick and unyielding. Tiara's fingers tremble around the neck of the empty wine bottle resting beside her. The flickering light above them casts shadows on her face, highlighting the strain written across her features.However, Tiara, who has been drowning herself in guilt, keeps talking with her drunken voice. As if the walls that have been building up around her with guilt and unrequited love crumble like a sandcastle.Her words are slurred but painfully sincere. There’s no pretense, no filter left. Her cheeks are flushed, not from the alcohol, but from the weight of shame and the courage it took to speak."I am sorry for your loss. And I apologize for thinking that way. I am a selfish and disgusting human being who felt so happy to hear