My Husband Was Unaware of My Infidelity

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.