[You're really something, holding on to this marriage. What help can a housewife like you offer him?]
[I suggest you hand him over to me. Only I have the right to stand by his side!]
Ten years of marriage, yet a stranger mocked me like this.
When I didn’t respond, she sent more texts.
[Why not come see for yourself how your husband pampers me?]
[I know how to cater to his desires, how to make him crave me. And you? You don't know anything, do you? You’re just a boring woman!]
Ignoring her messages, I walked into the livestream prop room.
From several meters away, I could hear their brazen voices.
Claire clung to Dereck, arms wrapped intimately around his neck, her lips curved into a smirk.
She teased, "Be gentle, don’t hurt the baby."
Dereck chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."
Each movement of his body was like a sharp blade stabbing into my heart.
"Dereck, when will you divorce that woman?" She pouted, her eyes filled with urgency and desire.
Frowning slightly, Dereck replied helplessly, "Give it some time. You know how busy I’ve been lately."
She wriggled closer to him, whining, "I can’t wait any longer! Only when you divorce her can I openly call you my husband."
"She can’t have children anyway. Once our baby is born, let’s just call her the godmother," she said with a smug grin.
Claire lightly tapped Dereck’s chest with her bright red, polished nails as she spoke.
Dereck smiled and playfully flicked her upturned nose with his finger.
"Sure, Kiara should thank you for being so generous," he said with a smirk. "At least this way, she’ll get to experience being a mother once in her lifetime."
As they moved in sync, the New Year’s Eve countdown reached its climax—the clock struck midnight.
The New Year had arrived.
My phone vibrated faintly, and I immediately saw a notification.
Claire just posted a new social media update.
Inhaling sharply, I clicked the notification.
[Just spent New Year’s Eve at Piapia Hotel—absolutely perfect! Happy New Year, everyone!]
As soon as she posted, the comments section was immediately flooded.
[So sweet! Happy New Year!]
[What a thrill, celebrating the New Year with love!]
On the other hand, I hid in a dark, cramped storage room.
My body felt numb, as if all warmth had drained away. My feet seemed glued to the ground.
Suddenly, a warm, firm hand clamped over my mouth.
"Shh, don’t make a sound," a voice whispered.