The Wife the Vampire Chose to Lose의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Elena's POVEight months pregnant, the half-blood child inside me had put me through hell, yet there I was outside the prenatal examination room, watching my husband—the one who claimed he couldn't accompany me because of "work"—shielding his first love from the sunlight streaming through the corridor glass.Ryan drew her close, carefully angling the umbrella to block the light, and I watched clearly as he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her lips. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I won't let anything hurt you or the baby. I'll protect you both."He had once said the same words to me. But compared to this—what he'd given me felt like a casual afterthought.That was Lilian, Ryan's first love. I had heard her name even before our wedding, whispered by some of his friends.Lilian had once wandered into the vampire world by accident. Ryan rescued her when she was injured and nursed her back to health, and the two fell for each other quickly—so quickly that they'd even talked about marria

Elena's POVI didn't realize I'd left my bag in the hospital until I walked out.The midday sun was so bright that I could hardly open my eyes.I was about to step down toward the shade of a nearby tree when I heard rapid footsteps behind me."Elena, where are you going by yourself?"Ryan's voice came from behind me, with an urgency he probably didn't realize was there.I didn't turn around, but I could feel clearly that he had stopped at the boundary where shadow met light—and gone no further."You're overthinking this. There's nothing between me and Lilian." His voice had dropped slightly, and then steadied again quickly.I stood in the shade and said nothing.A moment later, a stifled cry came from the direction of the stairwell entrance."Ryan... my stomach hurts a bit."Lilian's voice was small and trembling.I heard Ryan draw a sharp breath.He called my name again—but this time there was a clear hesitation in it.I still didn't turn around. I could feel my unborn child reaching

Elena's POVLong after dark, the estate had gone quiet—the kind of quiet that made it feel like an empty shell.I hadn't closed my door. I left it deliberately open by a crack.Light from the living room below came up through the banister in long, blurred columns. Lilian's voice drifted up, soft and faint, pitched to sound fragile."Ryan, I don't feel well."His voice immediately dropped in concern. "What's wrong?""I feel dizzy. The baby's breathing is erratic." She paused. "The blood from earlier... wasn't enough."He was quiet for a moment.I could picture his face—that measured, restrained expression, his brow creasing slightly."You can't have any more right now," he said, steadily. "Vampire blood puts too much strain on a human body."Once, I had accidentally taken too much—and spent the entire night writhing in abdominal pain, unable to sleep until dawn. Ryan had stayed at my bedside through all of it, wiping the sweat from my face, his voice rough and low as he apologized and t

Elena's POVI woke up to the smell of antiseptic.Consciousness came back slowly, and my body felt strange—too light, too empty. The heavy, familiar weight I'd carried for eight months was gone.For a moment, I didn't dare look down, because I already knew.My father was sitting beside the hospital bed, suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, dried blood still on the cuff of his shirt.He never allowed himself to look disheveled. But right now, the exhaustion in his eyes, and the fury underneath it, were not hidden.He saw me wake, and was quiet for several seconds before he spoke."The baby is gone."His voice was steady. No emotion in the surface of it. But I could hear what that steadiness was holding down.I took a slow breath. I didn't cry. I simply placed my hand over my abdomen.Perhaps because the grief was too vast to feel all at once, my body gave me something strange—a false sense of lightness, as though all the pain that had been hollowing me out was gone too.My fat

Ryan's POV"I didn't know..." Lilian held the infant, her voice unsteady. "I truly didn't know it would be like this... maybe I drank too much of your blood... I just wanted him to live, Ryan, you can't blame me..."She looked helpless and pitiful, but I suddenly felt tired of it.That deliberate, practiced fragility now only made me sick.The forbidden ritual had begun dispersing from her body as the child was delivered. My senses were sharp enough to catch the strange residue of it. And I could also detect what the excess of my blood had done to her—she had already turned. She was a ghoul now, bound to me.The overexposure had clouded her pupils. The hunger in them was ugly and obvious.Another memory surfaced.Early in Elena's pregnancy, when she had been struggling with the physical toll, she had never complained. She had just leaned against me quietly and asked if she was being a burden to me.She had even stopped me from cutting myself too many times. Even after I explained that