Dawn's eyes slowly shift on Nancy who is looking at her with a firm expression. Her word brings a rush of confusion as she hears her words.
" What did you just say?" She asks, her voice cracking. " You told him to hide in the trunk until Young Master returned. You deleted all the video footage from the computer. Don't lie!" " NANCY!!!" Dawn screams, as tears stream down her face, " Don't - Don't dare to say something horrible and cruel like this. When did I tell my son to go there? When? We both searched every single car. We found him nowhere and now you are -!" She collapses on the floor, as the cramps in her stomach get stronger. " You, out of Everyone, accused me of killing my own son?" Dawn shouts her lung out, unable to understand why they are trying to make her a murderer of her own son. " I don't care. I don't care what you all want to say. Just give me my son. My Asher. My Baby!" She crawls back to her husband who is crying as much as she is. But he steps back, not letting her touch him. " Dawn Kingston! I regret marrying you that day. I always thought you were a vindictive woman who can hurt her own family. But killing your own son! How dare you!" He roars, embracing the lifeless body of Asher. " I regret that I trusted you with my son." " I .. I didn't. Don't... Don't say such a thing. Please give me my son! I beg you! Give me my Asher to me. He must be scared. So, give me." She clutches her belly and crawls back to him once again, " Please Travis! I beg you. Please - I... I beg you!" However, instead of getting response from him, Dawn finds herself being pulled by her hair, " I have proof that you kept your son in the trunk. Nancy gave it to me!" Spring smirks before she looks at Travis with tearful eyes. " What do you mean?" Travis asked, " Nancy! Please bring it to me!" Dawn watches Nancy taking the dash cam of her car from her pocket. She frowns confusedly since the Dash cam was stolen from her garage. Nancy told her that she found no dash cam. She had to replace the dash cam. After handing it to Travis, Nancy looks at her, with a smirk on her face. Dawn's eyes widen in realization. She was stabbed by her trusted people. Her tears fall as she looks at Travis to understand what there is happening. " You -!" Travis wants to curse her out but instead of that, he looks at Spring, " In his funeral, Please be his mother! I should have kicked her out the moment she gave birth of him. Spring! I am sorry for not trusting you and believing this woman!" " Wh-What?" Dawn looks at him, in disbelief. " What did you see that you are -!?" Travis throws the dash cam in front of her and turns towards the guard, " Lock her inside! She doesn't know who she messed with!" Dawn silently watches the recording. Her numb and empty eyes watch the meticulous conspiracy happening before her eyes. Nancy has the same body features like hers. But she can understand by her footsteps that it's Nancy. Tears stream down her face, as she looks at Nancy with utter betrayal. " He called you Aunt! He liked your cupcakes! How could you do it?" Nancy looks agitated when her eyes meet Dawn's cold and empty eyes. "How could you hurt him like this? How could you?" She gets up, trying to throw another hit on Nancy. The losing of her son makes her realizes that she doesn't have any reason to leave. She wants to kill each of them. She wants to kill her husband, that adoptive sister and this Nanny who she trusted. " I trusted you. My son trusted you. How could you dare to hurt my son?" Grabbing the broken piece of vase, Dawn rushes towards Nancy. Before Anyone can stop her, Nancy gasps as a mouthful blood comes out of her mouth. " My Gosh!" Spring runs towards Travis and hides behind him. " I will kill everyone whoever touched my son. Every single one!!!" She screams, her eyes are empty and numb. " Enough!!!! Dawn! How dare you! You just killed her!" " She deserved it!" Dawn laughs as she licks the blood on her hand, " She hurt my son! But you will never trust me. Travis! Give me my son. I will do anything. So give me my son, Okay? He must be scared. He can't stay without his Mama! Give me my son!" She begs, slowly approaching Travis. The droplets of blood fall on the floor, painting her heartbreak. " Travis! Do something! She will kill me. Please do something. She will hurt me!" Spring starts crying. Dawn laughs hysterically, as she approaches, " You have been cheating on me for four years. Now you brought another woman on my son's birthday. Such a good father you are! You didn't come to meet him last few months. You visited two weeks ago without saying anything to him. Now you are saying you should have brought him with you." She laughs maniacally, " Just admit! That Bitch who went to fuck her ex-boyfriend before your engagement is your priority. Now don't come around to show that you prioritise your son. Such a bullshit! She deserves being my son's mother? That bitch aborted three children since she was in middle school. She deserves to be a mother? How funny!" Spring starts panicking when Dawn starts coughing out all of her secrets that she swore not to expose. " What nonsense?!! I didn't do anything. Stop telling lies! You jealous Bitch!" Spring yells while shaking her head. " Jealous? Haha! Yes. I am jealous." She laughs, " I am jealous that he doesn't love me despite me being around him all the time. He doesn't love me despite doing everything for him. I am jealous that your kids will have him as their father but my son cried nonstop to see his father once. I am jealous and for hurting my only child, I will kill you both!" She snarls and runs towards Travis. " Dawn! Stop being a madwoman and calm down. Do you want me disgrace yourself in front of Asher! I am disappointed with you." Travis said, bringing her back to her sense. She doesn't have any plan to hurt any of them. Nancy won't die. She will just lose her consciousness because of blood loss. She doesn't want to be a murderer in front of her son's dead body. She wants to snatch her son back to her embrace. She doesn't believe that her son is dead. If she holds her son for once, he will wake up. He is just playing a game with her like always. Yet, she has lost her mind. She doesn't want her son's murderer acting like his mother. She doesn't want to leave her alone. She is scared that she will lose her son forever. So, she runs towards him, an attempt to get her son back. The love and respect she had for Travis is long gone. Now she just wants her son back to her. " Give me my son, Travis! I will spare both of -!" Her eyes widen in shock and a strong pain in her belly. She looks at Spring who is standing before her, stabbing one of those pieces of Vase. A wicked grin and a cruel gaze fall upon Dawn . " I don't want to die. And you have no right to destroy the chance I finally got!" She pushes her so strongly that, Dawn falls on the floor, the pieces of Vase piercing through her body. The Cramp in her stomach finally releases but with something flowing out her body. She looks at the blood that spreads on the floor. The sudden realisation stuck into her mind, she starts sobbing loudly, " My... My Baby! My Baby... No.""Professor Danny! Are you done?" Danny's assistant, Joan, asked, leaning against the doorframe.Danny grabbed his belongings and looked at Joan with a polite smile. "No. I need to wait for three hours to get the final results, so I am heading home until it's done." He set the timer on his phone while ignoring the messages before approaching the door.Since he needed to concentrate on his research tonight, he decided not to receive any calls or read messages."That's good. You have been staying up late. Anyway, I am done with my part. Can I go home?" Joan asked, constantly checking his phone."I already told you that you don't have to inform me. Just message me. See you tomorrow, Joan. Good night."Joan, a master's student, nodded his head. He was going on a dinner date with his girlfriend and couldn't wait to see her.Seeing that Danny hadn't questioned him like the previous professor, who constantly nagged, Joan felt quite grateful. At least now he didn't have to go home with headach
Tiara barely enters the house after opening the door with shaky hands. She is well aware of the situation. Whenever she tries to stay away from her house longer than usual, she feels fatigued and catches cold and flu. It's not usual.However, what's unusual is that she doesn't have anyone by her side. Neither her parents, brothers, nor sister-in-law who usually gives her attention instantly.She chuckles as she lays on the couch, resting her arm on her burning forehead, "I feel like a spoiled princess!"She can't help but feel homesick. She is determined to get free from that attachment to her family. Ever since she went through the trauma a decade ago, she can't live alone in the house. She hates darkness, and on top of that, she hates feeling the dilemma.She grabs the cushion and presses it on her forehead. "Who knew that living alone would be that hard?"Curling into a ball, Tiara decides to fall asleep as soon as possible. But with a fever, it is just a little wishful thinking.W
The sun dips lower into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber, rose, and lavender. The rooftop glows with that soft golden light that makes everything feel warmer, more alive. It has always been Travis and Dawn’s favorite place—a little sanctuary away from the world below. Tonight, it feels even more special, because their son, little Asher, has claimed the space as his own. He crawls across the soft mattress they laid out, his fingers pressing into the fabric as though every inch of it is something brand new. His giggles bounce with the breeze, and when he pauses, his tiny teeth peek out in a grin that looks almost exactly like Travis’s. Travis lies flat on his back, hands folded behind his head, watching both the sky and his son. The moment he sees Asher’s toothy smile, he breaks into his own grin. The resemblance is uncanny. “Gosh! He is just like you,” Dawn says with a laugh, leaning forward to pinch Asher’s cheeks. “Always trying to copy you.” Asher squeals wit
The next morning, the campus air hums with the usual chatter of students heading to their classes. Danny pulls his car into the lot, the weight of his bag pressing into his shoulder as he steps out. His hair is messy, the kind of messy that comes from a long night buried in equations and scattered notes rather than sleep. He exhales, adjusting his bag, when his eyes catch a familiar figure across the courtyard. Tiara. She is standing with a small group of students, the early light slipping across her features. She gestures animatedly while explaining something, her voice soft but firm enough to draw the attention of the boy standing close to her. David. His eyes stay on her, not on her words, but on her as though she is something he has just discovered and can’t look away from. Danny stops in his tracks. His first instinct is to turn around, to take another gate and avoid the scene altogether. Yet his chest tightens. A sharp pang cuts through the calm he tries to wear. The boy’s ex
The refrigerator door hums quietly as Danny pulls out a few more ingredients, setting them on the counter with practiced ease. His movements are confident, fluid, as though the kitchen belongs to him. The blade of the knife glides smoothly over the chopping board, dicing vegetables into precise little cubes, each sound sharp and steady.“Any allergies or something you don’t like to eat?” he asks, glancing briefly over his shoulder.Tiara stands a few feet away, hands fidgeting at the hem of her dress. She looks oddly out of place in the kitchen, like a guest who has wandered into a private room she isn’t sure she belongs in. Her lips part as if she wants to speak but no words come out. Her eyes dart from the counter to the refrigerator, then finally to the floor.“Tiara?” Danny calls again, this time with a hint of confusion. His brow arches when he sees her, motionless, staring at the tiled floor as though lost in thought.He waves his hand in front of her face. “Tiara! Is everything
Dawn stands outside the company building, in the vast parking lot, one hand on the door of her SUV. Her eyes flick briefly to the ground. There’s nothing there, yet a soft smile appears on her face. Because she knows—her man is up there. She can’t see him from here, but she can feel his presence like a constant shadow watching over her.She opens the car door, ready to get in, when a sharp voice slices through the afternoon air.“What’s the relationship between you and the CEO of Ericson?”She turns slowly, her face calm but her heart reacting too fast. Standing there is a woman dressed in the finest designer wear, her posture rigid, arms folded, lips curled in a smug line. Her voice drips bitterness.At first, Dawn narrows her eyes, unsure, confusion clouding her features. Then it hits her, sudden and unkind. She knows that face. She knows that voice.Leonora Garner.The woman who once gave birth to her. The woman who left her.Dawn doesn’t flinch. She simply places the lunchbox on t