At Eight Months Pregnant, I Chose To Raise My Baby Without Her Vampire Father

When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email.

The attachment was a security camera recording.

In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her.

At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?"

Adrian's voice was low. "Of course."

"Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world."

He had said those exact words to me ten years ago.

In that moment, my hand rested on my belly.

The baby kicked once.

As if reminding me.

It was time to wake up.

A dull ache spread across my lower abdomen, but before I could recover, more anonymous emails flooded in. Every subject line was the same: Greetings from Adrian Blackwood's one true love.

The photos and videos were crystal clear — some secretly taken, others filmed by my husband himself.

In the darkness outside a hotel, the man stood at the entrance, his black coat hanging open, his profile sharp and striking, yet his hands gently adjusting the scarf around the woman in his arms. She rose on her toes and pressed a tender kiss to his jaw, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

They flaunted their intimacy without a shred of shame, as if they were the devoted couple — with no awareness whatsoever that what they were doing was an affair.

A chill crept through me, slow and heavy. The diamond on my ring finger caught the light, its brilliance stinging my eyes.

But what hurt the most wasn't the photos or the videos. It was the cold, clinical timestamps embedded in each email.

The earliest security footage was from two years ago.

While my husband was making out with another woman at a bar, I was at home, unconscious from blood loss after a miscarriage.

I had called him six times that day. He didn't pick up once. He only rushed to the hospital after a neighbor found me and called an ambulance. He told me he'd been in an important meeting with foreign clients and had his phone turned off.

Getting pregnant had taken everything out of me. It was already incredibly difficult for a human to conceive a vampire's child, and the miscarriage had devastated my body. We'd had a massive fight two years ago, and it was Adrian who stayed by my side, apologizing over and over, swearing I was the only one he loved, until I finally forgave him.

But the photos and videos in those emails proved that during that same period, he'd been whispering sweet nothings to another woman.

Only now did I understand — all those late-night outings weren't because of overtime.

There was also a transaction history in the emails. I opened it, and the endless rows of numbers on the screen made my eyes burn. Two hundred thousand dollars