" 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
" You Okay? Sis!" Tiara rubs her back as she keeps throwing up on the roadside, on the way to the Clinton family. Her morning sickness is getting worse and she knows she is going to deal with them. However, the subtle sound of the engine, the smell of air freshener in the air and the blow of AC everything just turns her stomach down and leads her to throw up instantly. She cleans up and straightens her back for a few seconds and looks at Tiara. She is accompanying Dawn under her mother-in-law's instructions. She has to take a person with her to visit her parents and demanded it should be Tiara since they're close. " I.. I am sorry!" She chuckles while grabbing a tissue from Tiara who has been so patient with her. " It's the worst but I am hungry now!" She laughs, walking towards the car and leans her back against it. " Pregnancy is hard. I don't want it!" Tiara says, her face showing the real terror of the situation. Dawn chuckles warmly and shakes her head, " It's beau
It feels different to return to the house where her all nightmares started. The same door which felt so thick each time, she was kicked out of the house because she couldn't do the chores like an adult. She was only a kid who was longing for warmth but was treated like a servant. The same walls where her blood left stained after Spring constantly hitting her head against the wall, and her adoptive parents watched her with great amusement. The couch where she wasn't allowed to sit, the TV which was a mystery for her since she wasn't allowed. She couldn't help but feel that familiar painful bitterness in those stairs and walls. She feels suffocated and petrified. But today, she is going to give them the taste of their own medicine. A life that they deserve. Tiara first decided to stay behind, waiting for her in the car. But unknown to Dawn, she silently follows in, with alertness to say at least. She can't trust her sister-in-law's parents, so she will keep an eye on them. W
" Mrs... Mrs Ericson!" Mrs Clinton stammers, finding out that Dawn didn't come alone but was with Tiara who has witnessed everything from the beginning. Her entire body trembles violently, realizing that she is doomed. The last chance to get their favor is gone. " Such a disgusting, vindictive woman, aren't you? Mrs Clinton! No wonder, My Dawn hated when I used to ask about you." Her voice is calm but dangerously cold as Mrs Ericson speaks. Her face is red, enraged by this outrageous action. " It... It's just a misunderstanding.. I'm... I am trying to -!" " Enough!!!" She roars, even the phone vibrates, " Tiara, open the door and bring my daughter back to me. I will make the decision. Nobody in the world should dare to touch my Daughter-in-law..Not even her so-called bloodsucker parents." She commands while her breath gets heavier. " N-No! It's just a misunderstanding. Mrs Ericson! It's a joke. Nothing else.. Please don't -!" " Enough with your bullshit, Woman! You should h
" Are you okay?" Travis asks, with his cold and terrifying expression turning into a soft one. His hand never leaves her as she is standing before her so-called mother who confessed that she knew her biological mother. " I am alright! Thank you!" She replies, voice cold. Travis leaves her waist when he notices her tone, distancing himself immediately. In the next second, his gentle gaze turns colder as he looks at Mrs Clinton, " We will handle it properly. Don't worry!" Mrs Clinton is no longer in position to argue back. She keeps sobbing, realizing that the end is getting closer. " Let's go! Tiara! I don't want to stay here anymore!" She says, walking towards the door. She is exhausted. She doesn't want to stress herself. It will affect her baby boy. Tiara nods following her, leaving Travis behind. Travis in the meantime, grabs Mrs Clinton's phone and goes through video collections. " Do you think you can manipulate me with this dirty little trick?" His eyes darke
Spring has been doing everything, from helping the elders to feed the orphans, while getting hundreds of miscalled from her manager. However, she can't find the person for whom she is here. It's almost two, spending four hours doing what she never wanted to do to meet Travis. However, she has no idea when he will come here. Meanwhile, she has been having no sleep while handling her projects. Since morning 7 to night 12 or more, she has been spending time to finish the project. Still, she hasn't finished half of this. There is a sharp headache because of the lack of her sleep and drink. Now,. knowing that she can't afford a day to skip, she is here, chasing a mirage. On top of that the old ladies have more demands than anyone else in this place. Preparing tea to massage their back, everything. Treating her like a 24/7 servants with no payment. Biting her ego and frustration, she grabs her phone and walks away from the venue, calling Fanny who suggested her to waste her time
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