Married With Vampire and Vanished

Margaret’s POV

I came to the hospital alone for my prenatal checkup when I saw a familiar figure.

Adrian and Elara were standing side by side, looking down at the ultrasound images in their hands.

Elara was holding onto my husband’s arm, tilting her head toward him with a bright, contented smile.

I saw it clearly.

She had red pupils.

She was a pregnant vampire.

“Look,” she said softly.

“Our baby is really cute.”

“This has to be the cutest vampire baby in the world, right?”

Adrian didn’t answer her.

But even from the far end of the hallway, I could still see the faint curve of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Margaret Valemont, please proceed to Examination Room Three.”

My name echoed through the empty corridor.

I stood there alone, watching as a moment of blankness and panic flashed across Adrian’s face.

He turned around, saw me, and quickly pulled his arm away from Elara.

We had been married for ten years.

I was the only daughter of the Hawthorne family, once noble and long fallen.

We met at a charity gala where my family had pushed me to ingratiate myself with vampires and secure their help through marriage.

He still fell in love with me at first sight, so gentle and kind.

And we married quickly, knowing how unlikely it was for a human to carry the child of a progenitor vampire.

After ten years of countless hardships, I had finally conceived this baby.

For this baby, my weight had dropped rapidly. I barely slept at night. But because I loved him, I endured everything without any complaint.

Just yesterday, he had told me that there was urgent business at his financial company, which was why he couldn’t accompany me to my prenatal appointment today.

How could he do this to me?

The soreness that had already been lingering in my body suddenly sharpened, as if needles were piercing my skin. Anger gave me strength. I forced myself to step forward and walk toward them.

“Adrian,” I demanded,

“why are you here?”

“And why are you here with a pregnant vampire?”

“You owe me an explanation.”

Adrian remained frozen where he stood.

I raised my hand and slapped Elara.

I had almost no strength left. The slap didn’t even leave a mark on her face, yet she immediately covered her cheek and began to cry softly.

Only after I slapped him as well did Adrian finally react.

But Elara moved faster.

She stepped in front of him, shielding him with her body.

“You must be Mrs. Valemont then,” she said shakily,

“this isn’t Adrian’s fault. Please don’t blame him.”

“I’m the one who’s pregnant.”

As she spoke, she kept one hand over her cheek, looking pitiful and innocent.

“Not his fault?”

I let out a cold laugh, unable to stop the tears from falling.

“Margaret,” Adrian said, finally speaking,

“Calm down. Elara’s child isn’t mine.”

He stepped past her and took my hand.

What?

Not his child?

Elara’s eyes flickered.

“Adrian,” she said urgently,

“didn’t you say you would help me?”

“Didn’t you promise you would claim my baby?”

She turned to him, her voice tightening.

“Why would you tell her now?”, she asked quietly.

“Enough,” Adrian said in a low voice.

“Margaret is my wife.”

“She has the right to know.”

Elara turned toward me, her red eyes filled with tears.

“Alright,” she said softly.

“If you really want to know.”

“Adrian has decided to publicly claim my child as his.”

“So during my pregnancy, he can’t acknowledge the one you’re carrying.”

Adrian’s expression darkened. He avoided my eyes.

But he remained silent.

He didn’t deny it.

“You don’t need to worry,” Elara continued, her tone suddenly gentle.

She reached out, her fingertips almost brushing the back of my hand.

“Adrian said that even if he can’t acknowledge your child right now,”

“once you give birth, he’ll adopt the baby in the name of the family.”

“Our children will both belong to the Valemont bloodline.”

For a brief moment, I thought I saw a smile flicker across her lips.

But when I looked again, she was still the same innocent, fragile vampire who needed protection.

I turned to Adrian.

He lowered his head and refused to meet my gaze.

“Is this true?”

My voice shook.

“You’re going to deny our child for the sake of hers?”

“I’m sorry, Margaret,” he said hoarsely.

“Is her child really that important?”

“So important that you’re willing to sacrifice ours?”

Adrian fell silent.

That brief pause was more cruel than any answer.

“You don’t understand Elara’s family,” he finally said, his tone restrained and calm.

“They would never allow a mixed-blood illegitimate child to live.”

“Elara isn’t married, and the child she’s carrying belongs to a low-ranking vampire.”

“Unless that child is claimed as mine.”

“Unless it’s recognized as my only heir.”

“At least until she gives birth safely, I can’t acknowledge your child.”

As he said this, he sounded as though he were making a rational and necessary decision.

I found it absurd.

The only thing he was right about was this:

In vampire society, no one dared to defy Adrian and his family.

And I was nothing more than a human wife.

A human woman dependent on him.

Also powerless to challenge any of his decisions.

…

After the examination, Adrian insisted on taking me out to lunch.

Elara followed along naturally.

She smiled and said she was glad she was no longer the only one who was pregnant.

But her concern felt far too deliberate.

“Let’s go to the place we usually go to,” she said.

“I’ve really been craving raw steak lately.”

She said it the moment I sat down in the car.

Adrian agreed immediately.

“Alright. Let’s go to the steakhouse.”

I didn’t say anything.

But my stomach began to ache faintly.

After getting into the car, Elara took the back seat and naturally reached out to hold Adrian’s hand.

“After we eat, should we stop by and look at strollers?”

“I still haven’t found one I like.”

She looked at me, her voice gentle, yet openly provocative.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you, Margaret?”

“Right now, Adrian is the only one I can rely on.”

How ironic.

The vampire who had told me he loved me just yesterday, the husband I had been married to for ten years, looked far more like her partner than mine.

“No need,” I said coldly.

“Everything my baby needs has already been prepared.”

When the car came to a stop, my pregnancy-heightened senses immediately picked up the heavy, bloody smell of raw beef in the air.

Had Adrian forgotten?

Forgotten that as a human, I couldn’t tolerate that smell at all?

Forgotten that since becoming pregnant, even the slightest trace of it could make me nauseous and barely able to stand?