Her words seemed to bring everyone back to life. People started getting up, clinking their glasses together.
“Happy New Year!”
Wiona and Annette handed out gifts to everyone. The staff also received a haul of gourmet treats and luxury gifts. This year, they each got two gifts, so the excitement in the room doubled.
Smiles spread across everyone’s faces. For the first time in a long while, it actually felt like a real celebration.
“This year’s New Year’s party actually feels… alive,” someone said.
“I know, right? The vibes were so off at first, but now it’s nothing like past years. And these gifts are amazing.”
“That’s because Mrs. Sullivan picked them out herself. You think that designer bag you got is some cheap knockoff? Those are all the hottest styles, delivered straight from the boutiques.”
“She’s honestly too sweet. She really gets us girls.”
“I mailed the food gifts home and my family was so proud. They said this year’s haul was just as impressive as ever. Finally, something they can brag about.”
“Well, we work for the Sullivan Group now. This is what you’d expect when you’re with the wealthiest family in Stonehill.”
“Exactly. We always got stuff for New Year’s, but we never sat down to eat with the family before. Even with all the drama, tonight actually feels warm.”
“You can tell the difference now that there’s a lady of the house…”
The atmosphere grew warmer and more festive, and Annette found herself really pleased with how Wiona had handled everything. Her spirits, which had been so low, finally started to lift. She raised her glass and joined in.
“Thank you all for sticking with us,” Annette said. “Wiona already said it perfectly, so I won’t repeat myself. This house belongs to Wiona now, and I trust her with it. But from now on, I’m not going to be missing from this family either. We’ll celebrate together.”
She finished her drink. The garden buzzed with laughter and chatter, everyone finally relaxing.
Wiona stayed in the garden. Her appetite had shrunk as her pregnancy progressed, but she found herself eating smaller meals more often. Tonight though, she barely touched her food. She couldn’t stop worrying—there was still no word from Conrad. The anxiety twisted in her chest, and if she weren’t trying to keep things steady for everyone’s sake, she wouldn’t even be able to fake calm.
Upstairs, in the southwest guest room on the second floor, everything was dark. Devin heard the sounds of celebration below and, in a flash of anger, swept the untouched dinner off the table and onto the floor. He stared down at the lively scene in the garden, his face twisted with rage.
How could they be so happy?
All that harmony, all that laughter—it made him sick.


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