《My Wife Returned as a Man: The Vampire’s Reincarnated Mate》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 9 章

Sam’s pov..I stared at the video of my girlfriend—the woman I'd loved for three years—moaning loudly as she took back shots from the one man I could never have suspected.Her boss.My heart ached, my hands turning clammy as the sounds filled my room, my eyes glued to the screen. I should look away. I really should.But I couldn't.I watched as he tilted the camera toward himself, his dark grey eyes locking onto the screen, almost like he was looking directly at me. A slow, taunting smirk spread across his face as he cocked his head.I stared back at the man who fucked my girlfriend, my eyes wide with horror as a chilling sensation crawled down my spine.Then the video ended.My reflection appeared on the dark screen, bloodshot eyes staring back at me.Slowly, I lowered the phone, leaning against the kitchen counter as a shaky breath escaped my lips. My vision blurred while my heart hammered against my chest. My grip tightened around the edge of the counter so hard I was sure it wou

Sam’s POV..My body tensed the moment he got into the car.My knee bounced uncontrollably as I turned toward him.His eyes were already on me.Completely relaxed, he leaned back against his seat before nodding toward me."Put your seatbelt on."I glared at him, tilting my head."Speak."He took a drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke.It drifted straight into my face.I held my breath, but it didn't stop the embarrassing coughs that escaped me."You look tired."He started the engine."Let's talk over dinner."I stared at him as the car pulled away.My brows furrowed.A disbelieving scoff left my lips."Are you crazy?"My voice boiled with irritation."Is this some kind of sick joke?"I turned fully toward him."Are you fucking playing with me?"He calmly took another drag from the cigarette, steering with one hand while resting comfortably against the driver's seat.Then he looked at me.A small smirk curved his lips."It's just dinner, sweetheart."His voice was

Sam’s POV..I stared at the laptop, reading through scholarship options as I wrote down every single requirement for each school, ignoring the way my stomach grumbled. I couldn’t even remember how long I’d been sitting here, but the harsh sunlight pouring through the window told me it was definitely well past morning.It’s been two weeks since my whole world fell apart.Two weeks since I’d thrown myself into anything and everything that could keep me busy. I hadn’t cried myself to sleep these past few days, so I could tell this method was working.‘Maybe it’s because you haven’t had any sleep yet.’“Shut up,” I muttered to myself, switching tabs to search for part-time jobs near me.The bartending job paid enough to eat properly and cover rent… but definitely not enough to save for law school tuition, and I had very little time left to pull everything together.I scrolled through different websites, completely focused, when my phone suddenly rang, blasting through the silent house a

Sam’s POV..I rushed out of the elevator and into the office as I felt the woman's grip on my arm loosening. My eyes immediately scanned the huge, dark office. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, illuminating the place with a warm light that gave the darkness a little brightness. Sunlight crept in slightly through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, mostly hidden behind the heavy curtains.My eyes landed on the man whose gaze left his computer screen and landed on me. Half of his face was covered by the darkness, so I couldn't completely read his expression."I'm so sorry, boss. He—he rushed into the elevator before I could call security. I tried to tell him his girlfriend wasn't here, but he wouldn't listen."She said it breathlessly, her voice shaking as both of us tried to catch our breath.I looked back at Nicholas.He slowly leaned back in his chair and gave her a small nod.That was enough.She immediately dropped her hands from my arm and nodded back before walking to

Sam’s POV..I stared at the new mug as different thoughts struck me.I had broken this mug at three in the morning during one of my midnight study sessions a few weeks ago. I had thrown it out at the same time.But here it was, sitting among the gifts that were somehow everything I’d ever wanted.Maybe those were coincidences. Maybe they were things that were easy enough to guess.But this?“Let’s not quickly imagine he’s a stalker, alright? Maybe he just… I don’t know, asked Andrea what you liked?”I swallowed.Maybe that was a possibility.It made sense. It could be—My breath hitched as I turned the mug around, my throat instantly drying as my eyes landed on the bottom of the cup.There were words engraved into it.Please don’t break me again.“He was watching me.”My jaw tightened as I turned to Patrick, who was staring at me with sympathetic eyes. He grabbed the mug from my hands and read it too.I ran a hand through my hair as I began pacing back and forth across the living ro