"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.