After My Vampire Husband Denied Me, I Left

At the banquet, Charlotte Wentworth suddenly felt unwell. My husband, Edward Hastings, ignoring the stares of everyone present, picked her up and walked straight to the master bedroom on the second floor. That was our bedroom. Charlotte whimpered, her voice cloying and sugar-sweet, "Edward, my head is so dizzy... My stomach feels weird, too... I feel awful..." Edward reached out and gently stroked her back. "You'll be fine," he said. "I'll take you upstairs to rest." The guests beside me whispered amongst themselves. "Look at this. The Count's heart clearly holds no place for his wife." "The Countess stands to the side like a decoration. It seems she really can't compare to Charlotte." "At the end of the day, it's because Victoria Fitzroy couldn't give him an heir all these years that she's put on the spot like this." The whispered remarks drifted into my ears, each one grating. Even though I was his lawfully wedded wife, everyone knew in their hearts that Charlotte was the one Edward held closest to his heart. I stood frozen in place, embarrassment and humiliation sweeping over my entire body. My feet carried me after them despite myself, following all the way until I stepped onto the second‑floor corridor. After they entered the room, they hadn't shut the door properly, leaving a narrow c***k. I had just raised my hand to knock when a sudden wave of moans came from inside the room. Soft gasps and the rustle of intimate caresses, along with Charlotte's deliberately soft, coquettish whimpers, drifted out intermittently through the door c***k. My blood seemed to freeze instantly. This absurd display before my eyes—where was there even the slightest hint of illness or weakness? Charlotte breathed softly, her voice trembling. "Easy. Don't hurt the baby." Edward's voice was low and husky, utterly doting. "The Hastings heir isn't that fragile." Charlotte pressed, "Edward, once the baby is born, you'll divorce that woman and marry me, right?" He assured her, "Don't worry. For ten years now, the elders have looked down on her for failing to bear me an heir. Once the child in your belly is born, I'll cast her out immediately. You'll be Countess soon enough." My whole body went rigid, my hand instinctively pressing against the pregnancy test result in my pocket. That day I went to the hospital. I was finally pregnant with his child, and had planned to tell him once the banquet ended. Ten years of devoted love now seemed utterly absurd. In the end, he had only ever seen me as an inconvenient burden he could casually discard. Intimate, suggestive sounds continued to drift from the room, making my stomach churn as a wave of nausea and disgust surged through me. I gripped the slip in my pocket, the last shred of my devotion utterly shattered. Since I no longer mattered to him, it was time for me to leave. And all the resources I had provided him—he could forget about ever getting them again.