Mr Ericson passes the cup of coffee to Travis who is sitting silently at the desk. As usual, his expression is cold and indifferent. But his fingers are fidgeting, revealing his anxiety. " What do you want?" Mr Ericson asks, while staring at his middle child. " I don't know!" He replies in short. " Look, We won't force either of you to make any kind of decisions. This is your life and your marriage. You two are solely responsible for the outcome of this situation. I won't force Dawn to stay with you or I won't force you to get divorced. I want to figure out what -!" " I won't divorce her!" His voice is firm. " Not until she gets what she deserves. I have been thinking about this relationship for a while. Realizing that in this entire ordeal, she was not involved but somehow she got involved with me. I knew I couldn't love anyone, trust anyone. I shouldn't have married her in the first place!" He says, clenching his jaw, " I thought it would be fine if I just do fulfill m
Her entire body feels a jerk as if she just falls off the plane before her eyes shot open with tears streaming down her face. Her lips quiver and keep looking around, trying to find a certain person. Entirely forgetting about her coming back to the past to fix herself. " Asher! My son!" She stammers, trying to find Asher around. The door opens, allowing Travis to enter the room. His eyes are full of concern and hesitation to approach. " How are you feeling?" He asks in a calm tone. " You... You! Where is my son? Where is my baby? Because of you... Because of her... I lost... I -!" Travis grabs her arms and pulls into a tight hug after seeing her trembling violently. He crushes his hair and mutters, " The Baby is fine. You just cut your thigh that's why you bled." Dawn frowns narrowly when she feels confused. But soon, the realization hits her badly, giving her the news that her pregnancy has been discovered. She has returned to the past and her pregnancy is discovered b
Spring grabs a Chrysanthemum to put in the cup. She likes this tea. As she pours the hot water in the cup, her attention swiftly moves to Freddie who is smoking cigarettes in the balcony. " How is your preparation going?" She asks, stirring the water. Freddie glances at her for a second and then concentrates on smoking, " Fanny said she would enter the house with a different name. Also, she wants to work where your ex-boyfriend lives!" " Why?" She sounds irritated, " Wants to seduce him?" " Mind your language! Fanny is doing whatever she can. Also what's wrong with this? You aren't going back to that bastard and leave me?" Spring Scoffs, " Do you think it's easy to win him back? Travis is a man of pride and ego. He will never accept people like us." " Do you mean that you will fail to seduce him and get rid of your sister?" Spring sneers before sipping the tea, " No. It would have been easier if they had any weaknesses. Like having a child or she being pregnant. You
" What's the next plan?" Mr Holden sends a message as Dawn grabs a tangerine from the fruit basket. She will leave the hospital in the afternoon. Obviously wondering why she is still in the hospital. She grabs the phone, typing the message while her attention goes to her mother-in-law who has been so involved with the medical records. Although three different doctors have checked her. One thing she feels relieved is that the outcome of her tantrums is actually favoring her. Her in-laws blindly trusted her despite they could actually ask for two sides of the story. Also Travis's words feel like sending butterflies in her stomach. But she has zero interest in feeling that butterflies. Because she already experienced how passionate a husband and father he will be until he will stab them from behind like they don't matter. So, all she feels for him is numb and a repeat of his perfect husband and father acting nothing more or less. " I need her to come back home." She writes
Dawn has been waiting for Travis to finish the discharge process down the backyard garden. Watching the kids playing happily, she can't help but smile. Her son would have been five years old already. He was so adorable, quiet, kind and an obedient kid. She gently touches her belly, feeling its existence within her. As long as her son is healthy, she wants nothing. " Don't run, Cupcake!" Dawn is startled by a kid who suddenly tripped over her legs, laying flat on her tiny stomach. She is about 2 or 3 years old with blonde hair and beautiful sparkly blue eyes. " Ouchie. It hurts!" She groans, looking at her palms. " Are you okay?" Dawn immediately grabs her by her arms and dusts off her knees. " Are you alright?" The girl looks at her with admiration before nodding, " Yes. " I told you don't run around. It's time to meet your Doc!" A male, 5'11", blonde hair and blue eyes walks towards the girl and scolds. Dawn frowns narrowly, trying to recognize that familiar fa
" She doesn't have -?" Mrs Ericson takes a deep breath before looking at her son's face, " So the year of treatment and therapy they showed us was a lie?" Travis nods, placing the reports on the table, " I will investigate the situation. However - About the bullying, It's not a lie. She didn't deny it" " Gosh! Here we are thinking that she might not be able to keep herself safe because of her depression. Even her mother said that She has a high risk of hurting the child. That's why I told you to bring her here instead of going to your house!" Mrs Ericson rubs her forehead, " This girl suffered a lot. I hope she is really fine. Son!" She looks at Travis, " Take care of her. I know she is mentally checking out of this relationship. But you got to work hard." Travis nods sitting on the couch exhausted. But both of them don't know that Dawn has been standing there, listening to them. She bites her lips, trying to understand some matters that obviously happened in her last life.
It is midnight when Travis wakes up with his phone buzzing with some notifications. Usually he doesn't get calls from anyone at this time and exceptionally his personal phone is only available for his family. So when the notifications keep coming up, he grunts half-sleepy and looks around. Instead of checking the messages, his attention goes to Dawn who is sleeping but swearing profusely. He gets up in a second, removing the blanket from her body. " N-No! Asher. Don't!" She keeps mumbling the same name, Asher that strikes Travis in a weird way. Because this name is awfully familiar but he can't remember where he heard it. But he gets startled by Dawn when he rests his hand on her forehead. Dawn, grabs his collar and pulls closer , tears pooling in her eyes. " Bring my baby back. Bring my baby back to me. Give me my baby back!" " Dawn!" He whispers softly, "Calm down. It's just a nightmare. Your Baby is safe. You two are Safe!" He pats her back and keeps wiping her face wit
Two days have passed. Travis keeps getting different types of videos from Dawn's parents where she has been bullied or acted out on different occasions. Judging by each and every video, one thing he has realised is that someone deliberately kept those videos and sent them to her parents. While Travis is certain that Dawn has suffered a lot, he can't assume that she is mentally unstable and unable to take care of herself. So instead of following what his heart wants to believe, he decides to investigate the situation more. Obviously now lots of evidence he has collected, he can find out those bullies who ruined her life. In the meantime, 2 days is 48 hours, enough for someone to complete lots of tasks. After getting the project solely to herself, Spring is doing her best to complete it within a week. She has successfully managed to complete her 25% of work without taking any breaks. Sometimes when people aren't around, she takes so much energy boosting drugs, that helps her feel
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 didnât care slightly yesterday and was the one who initiated pushing h
Dannyâs 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 thereâs 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. Thereâs 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
Crowds and loud noises are what Danny hates most. The moment he steps into the bar, with people chattering, loud music, and drunk people throwing tantrums, the first thought that crosses his mind is, "I regret coming here."His blue eyes dart around, a frown forming between his brows. He canât see anything properly because of the people dancing on the floor. Almost avoiding the touch of others, he somehow makes his way to the bartender, who is talking to another woman."Excuse me. You called me, right? With the woman called...""Tiara Ericson?"Danny nods, his gaze annoyed as he looks around the bar."Please follow me. We have realized that she is a VIP customer here, which we failed to recognize. She is now sleeping in one of our rooms. We apologize for our rudeness.""Is she alright?" Danny asks, following the bartender who opens the elevator."Yes. Our managerâs girlfriend helped her. So donât worry about anything inappropriate."Danny nods quietly. The question lingersâwhy is he i
After a few months, life settles into a sense of normalcy, with the exclusive addition of Asher. He grows fast and healthy, surprisingly more active than in his previous life. Travis returns to work but never misses a night with his wife and the son for whom they would do anything. Danny moves into his private apartment in a skyscraper, enjoying the privilege of being the youngest scientist and professor at a top university. Tiara studies at the same university, but luck doesnât favor herâshe hardly ever sees Danny, who spends most of his time locked away in the lab. Meanwhile, Spring and Taylorâs reality is nothing short of cruel. In their minds, Mary and Henry have escaped punishment by dying, leaving all the mess for them to suffer through. It destroys them slowly. Travis wants exactly that. The people who hurt them most were Spring and Taylor. Spring killed Asher. In their previous life, she orchestrated everything so meticulously that he had no choice but to admire
Spring collapses on the cold marble floor, her knees buckling beneath her as if the ground itself has pulled her down. The chill of the floor snakes under her skin, crawling up her spine like icy fingers. Her phone slips from her shaking hand, landing with a dull thud beside her. Her lips quiver uncontrollably, her fingers tangling into her hair as her chest rises and falls in uneven, frantic breaths. She canât stop the tremor in her body, her panic consuming every inch of her like wildfire.The front door clicks open. The sound of rustling shopping bags and hurried footsteps fills the hallway."Spring?" her motherâs voice calls out casually at first, but freezes mid-sentence when her eyes land on her daughter crumpled on the floor.Bags tumble from her hands without a second thought as she rushes toward her, panic twisting her expression. "Spring! Whatâs wrong!? What happened?" her voice shakes, her hands reaching to steady her daughterâs trembling shoulders.Ever since Dawn exposed
The situation has indeed taken an unexpected turn that Travis didn't quite think about before. The initial plan was to make Taylor, Mary and Henry being banished from their own life while Travis or his father would help to get rid of Butler Jacob and Spring. However, after submitting the information about Mary and Henry, Danny decided to wrap things up and then will return to the USA. He even bought a house in the next city, closer to the University where he has studied. But things have taken an unexpected turn when the next call comes from Danny right when Dawn's in her labor. " Hey! Danny!" Travis huffs while rushing towards the elevator. The medical team is in the private clinic on the 19th floor and Dawn is on her labor. " Hey! Are you busy?" Danny asks, noticing Travis's heavy breathing. "Ah; Yeah. It's Dawn. She is on labor. What's up?" He asks, trying to calm down. " Then I will talk to you later. It's not more important than the situation right now. You shoul
Travis leans back in his chair, fingers tapping against the wooden armrest as he listens to the detective on the other end of the call. His expression remains cold, but there is a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "What makes you think so?" His voice carries an edge, daring the detective to continue. "Isn't it obvious?" Detective Williams asks, his tone filled with forced patience. "Your wife was supposed to receive eighty percent of the shares. Maybe Mr. Parkerâor even youâfound out that they were planning something against you. And thenâĶ Mr. Danny suddenly decides to change the will. Otherwise, why would he make such a drastic change? On top of that, why is Danny Parker giving such a huge amount of money to your wife?" Travis scoffs, shaking his head as he lets out a low chuckle. "Pfft! Do you know who you're talking to, Detective Williams?" "Do I need to?" The detectiveâs tone remains firm, but there is a slight hesitation. "No, certainly not," Travis replies, his voice