After Dereck’s live-stream of the viral Society Shake dance, he became an internet sensation. But what made him even more famous was his scandal.

Everyone knew Dereck loved his wife, but still desired another woman—Claire Delmont.

That day, his stunning manager, Claire, sent me a text message.

[Want to see firsthand how your husband pampers me?]

She sent me the location and despite feeling betrayed, I followed her.

When I arrived, I heard Claire playfully said to him, "Be gentle, don't hurt the baby."

Later, Claire posted a social media update.

[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!]

That year, I also became pregnant.

Dereck thought he was amazing, imagining he had a double blessing.

But when he learned he had been diagnosed with azoospermia, he grabbed me by the neck and demanded, "Whose bastard are you carrying?"

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A Year Ago

Dereck introduced me to a mature and seductive woman.

"This is my new manager," he said.

Before the Society Shake trend exploded, Dereck had been a handsome dance influencer. Then, he switched tracks and jumped into the Society Shake craze, all on Claire's suggestion.

People mocked his outdated moves, not realizing that the more they ridiculed him, the more famous he became.

With over a hundred thousand viewers per night, he became the undisputed king of TikTok.

In front of countless livestream cameras, the chemistry between him and Claire was blatant, as if they were publicly flaunting their flirtation.

The bigger Dereck’s fame grew, the more people knew about their scandal.

When I confronted him, he nonchalantly dismissed my concerns.

"It's all just publicity stunts. Don't take it seriously."

Then, he leaned in, caressed my face, and said, "If you need money, I'll transfer some to your account. Be good, and find something to keep yourself busy."

He coaxed me as if I were just a petulant child.

Because I trusted him, I tried to convince myself not to overthink things.

That day, the livestream team hosted a New Year’s Eve party.

I went there specifically to pick him up.

But instead of finding my husband, I received Claire’s message.

[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.

Startled, I turned to see Connor Williams, the chief director of the livestream team.

"You wouldn’t want your husband to find out you’re here, would you?"

He assumed I was a staff member because I often lingered around the studio. He’d even tried to pursue me once.

The sounds from the prop room pulled my thoughts back to the present.

In the darkness, his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Seems like marrying a streamer comes with a high risk of infidelity."

His voice was piercingly clear in the silence. "Kiara, have you ever thought about me? I don’t have a manager or a female assistant."

His gaze burned into me, predatory and intense.

I stayed silent. In moments like these, an adult’s silence often implies consent.

Taking it as encouragement, his breath grew heavier, and he leaned in to kiss my neck with fervor.

My body trembled but I didn't push him away.

'Dereck, you betrayed me first. You’re not the only one who can have other feelings—'

That night stretched on endlessly.

Biting my lip, I was consumed by a mix of tingling sensations and the bitter satisfaction of revenge.

By the time Dereck and Claire left, Connor and I were still not finished.

No one could have anticipated what happened that night.

One shot. That was all it took.

—

A month later.

It was time for the annual health check-up that Dereck and I always did together.

He was busy holding a meeting with his livestream team and asked me to bring back his report.

I sifted through the thick stack of results and found two shocking pieces of news—one good, one bad.

The good news. I was pregnant.

The bad news—Dereck had been diagnosed with azoospermia.

He could never possibly make a woman pregnant.

Taking a deep breath, I fed his medical report into the shredder without hesitation. Then, I printed out a falsified report showing normal results and slipped it into the pile.

This secret would come in handy someday. But not yet.

For now, I chose to share the good news, not the bad news.

I grabbed my phone and sent him a message on Instagram to tell him I was pregnant.

Dereck couldn’t contain his excitement. He sent me a voice message, his joy spilling through every word.

"Kiara, I knew it! I knew we’d have a baby someday."

Soon after, another notification popped up—he’d posted on Instagram.

His post read. [Thank you, my darling, for giving me the joy of becoming a father. @Kiara]

He had tagged me.

But the attached photo told another story—it was a bouquet of lilies, Claire’s favorite flower.

She always wore a lily-scented perfume, leaving that distinct fragrance wherever she went.

As for me? I was allergic to pollen.

In all our years together, not a single fresh flower had ever entered our home.

Now, that bouquet of lilies in the photo felt like a glaring insult.

A single Instagram post, simultaneously flattering his wife and his mistress.

Ha! Dereck truly mastered the art of hitting two birds with one stone.

The post quickly garnered over ten thousand likes.

[Can’t wait to see the adorable baby! Dereck is definitely going to be a super dad!]

[What a winner in life—career success and now a baby on the way. Congratulations!]

The comments section was filled with well-wishes, yet I felt as if I had been plunged into an icy abyss.

We had been together for three years and married for ten.

In the first few years of marriage, we were inseparable, sharing tender affection night after night.

But for some reason, we never had a child. I never once considered that the issue might be with Dereck.

To protect his pride and self-esteem, I told my parents that I was the one unable to have children.

When my mother heard this, she sighed deeply and said with a pained look, "A woman should have her own child. Otherwise, life will become very difficult down the line."

It was only later that I fully understood the meaning of her words.

A few years after our marriage, Dereck stumbled into the world of livestreaming by chance.

The man who once promised to be by my side forever gradually lost his way.

One by one, flawless, seductive female streamers began to surround him—with their heavy makeup, revealing outfits, and cloying smiles. They shamelessly flirted with my husband.

"Dereck, will you visit my livestream tonight and pamper me?"

"Dereck, come to my stream, and I’ll show you what you love the most~"

When they learned he had a wife, they became even more audacious.

"Let me know when your wife isn’t home tonight, okay?"

From team members to viewers, everyone fawned over him.

Slowly, Dereck began to disdain our once peaceful, steady life. He came home less and less.

Sometimes, he would drop off some things and leave without a second glance, as if even sparing me a look was a waste of his time.

To him, our home became nothing more than a temporary stopover.

I, in turn, became an obstacle to his pursuit of excitement and novelty.

—

That night, outside, the city was lit up, bustling with life.

Inside, I sat in the dark, alone and growing cold.

Staring at the flood of congratulatory comments on his Instagram post, I spoke to the empty room with a bitter smile, "Congratulations, Dereck. Truly, congratulations."

"Neither my child nor the mistress’s child belongs to you."

The next day.

I attended a celebratory banquet in honor of Dereck’s successful endorsement of the German luxury brand Jil Sander.

The brand’s executives appreciated his relatable charm, hoping to further tap into the French market.

The brand’s senior manager raised his glass to toast Dereck.

For a moment, something unreadable flickered in Dereck’s eyes.

Taking advantage of his tipsy state, the German executive commented in German, "Your manager has such a sexy figure."

Dereck had spent an entire month learning German for this deal.

With a relaxed expression, he replied fluently, "She’s quite enjoyable, and very open in bed."

The executive chuckled knowingly and added, "I heard both your wife and your manager are pregnant at the same time?"

Dereck froze for a brief second, panic flashing in his eyes.

When he glanced over and saw me casually scrolling on my phone, my expression calm, he assumed I hadn’t understood a word.

He then curved his lips into a warm smile and replied, "Yes, a sweet burden indeed."

The group of German executives exchanged amused glances, their smiles filled with innuendo.

"Mr. Hughes, you’re impressive—two women having children for you at the same time!"