Vampire Husband Lied About His Emotional Disorder, I Faked My Death

Elena's POV

Adrian and I both came from vampire noble families.

Our marriage had been an arrangement between the two clans from the very beginning.

The first time I saw him was at a charity gala.

He wore a black suit that night, standing in the middle of the crowd yet barely speaking to anyone.

When someone approached to make small talk, he would offer a polite nod, answer a question or two, then fall silent again.

In the middle of all that noise and glamour, he was cold, elegant, and utterly out of place.

I fell for him right then.

Later, when my father, Edmund Ashford, told me the Prince's clan wanted to arrange a marriage between our families, I agreed almost without hesitation.

My father had warned me, though.

"Adrian is cold. He's not easy to be around. Think it over carefully."

I didn't think it mattered.

Every marriage took adjustment.

Besides, I loved him. We had eternity ahead of us.

One day he would love me back. One day he would be gentle with me.

On our wedding day, Adrian came to talk to me on his own.

That night, we had just returned from the reception.

I was still in my wedding dress, floating on happiness.

He took off his jacket, sat down in the living room, and was quiet for a moment before speaking.

"Elena, there's something I should tell you."

I sat down beside him.

"What is it?"

"I have an emotional disorder."

I froze.

Adrian's explanation was simple.

He said he could barely understand other people's emotions and never knew how to respond.

Most of the time, he didn't even realize his behavior was hurting the people closest to him.

"So I probably won't be the kind of husband you're hoping for."

His expression was perfectly calm when he said it.

Of course I felt disappointed.

But part of me was even a little relieved.

At least he hadn't hidden it from me.

At least he was willing to tell me himself.

I loved him, and I was willing to give him time.

"It's okay," I said.

"We can take it slow."

Adrian looked at me for a moment, then nodded.

It wasn't until later that I realized "taking it slow" mostly meant I was the only one waiting.

He promised to have dinner with me. I left work early and came home, and sat there until the food went cold. He never showed.

I sent him a message. He replied two days later.

Something came up.

Four words.

Meanwhile, he hadn't come home for two days. I was frantic, and even got Edmund involved to help look for him.

On the third day, he came back like nothing had happened. He didn't even mention where he'd been or what he'd been doing.

I was ready to ask, but when I saw him sitting there going through documents, I swallowed the words.

He didn't mean it.

Adrian just didn't know how to handle intimacy between a husband and wife.

That was what I told myself.

Things like that happened more and more, and I gradually got used to it.

The night I had a high fever, he was home the entire time, but because he had a meeting the next morning, he simply had a servant close my bedroom door so my coughing wouldn't disturb him.

The next day, after my fever broke, he didn't even ask how I was.

The most humiliating incident happened at a vampire gala.

Adrian had looked off from the moment he arrived.

I thought he was tired from work and asked quietly if he wanted to leave early.

His expression suddenly turned cold.

"I've told you not to make plans for me. You're being annoying."

Everyone nearby heard.

I stood there, stunned.

Before I could say a word, he had already turned and walked away.

The gala was only halfway through.

I stood alone in the grand hall, surrounded by familiar faces.

Some quickly looked away. Others watched me over the rims of their glasses.

I called a car and went home by myself that night.

The next day, Adrian went to the office as usual, as if nothing had happened.

I silently swallowed every last bit of hurt, the way I always did.

Over time, almost everyone in our circles knew my husband didn't love me.

Some even treated me like a joke.

At galas, they would deliberately ask me questions.

"How are things between you and Adrian?"

Or say with a smile, "You two don't seem any different from before the wedding."

I heard every word. All I could do was pretend I didn't understand.

Because Adrian had already told me the reason.

He had an emotional disorder.

He couldn't express himself.

Since I had chosen to be his wife, I should try harder to understand him.

The people around Adrian had always been the same.

He didn't like unfamiliar faces in his personal life, so his driver, assistant, and household staff had stayed unchanged for years.

Mia Carter was one of them.

She was a human blood servant who had later become his personal secretary.

Whenever Adrian canceled on me at the last minute, she would pass along his message.

When my silence stretched too long, she would offer a quiet word of comfort.

"Don't take it to heart."

"Adrian has always been like this."

"He just has a hard time responding to other people's feelings."

I had heard these words many times before.

Coming from her, somehow I found them easier to believe.

After all, she had been by Adrian's side for so many years.

If even she said he simply couldn't express himself, then it was probably true.

When the vampire hunters attacked, I was still telling myself the same thing.

We had just come from a gala that night.

We had barely made it through the front door when gunshots erupted outside.

A servant shouted that hunters were here.

The next second, I saw someone level a gun at Adrian.

Cold light glinted off the barrel.

I recognized it as a silver bullet.

My body moved before my mind could catch up.

I threw myself in front of Adrian in an instant.

The moment the gun fired, a silver round grazed my arm.

My flesh felt like it had been seared through with fire.

The pain nearly blacked out my vision. I almost collapsed.

Blood ran down my arm and dripped onto the floor.

By the time the bodyguards rushed over, I was still standing there, clutching the wound.

Adrian glanced down at me.

I thought he would at least come over and steady me.

But he only frowned.

"Go get that wound taken care of."

Before I could answer, his gaze dropped to the carpet at his feet.

"Don't get blood everywhere."

For a moment, I couldn't move. My heart went so numb I forgot the pain.

I stared at him, wanting so badly to ask.

I was a vampire too.

That silver bullet could have killed me, and I hadn't hesitated for a second.

I had just saved his life, taken a bullet for him. Couldn't he show even a shred of concern?

But in the end, I said nothing.