My Husband Had No Idea He Married a Vampire

I died.

Then, my husband Trevor found another woman to take my place.

Trevor and I were bound by a marriage of convenience.

At the time, Trevor's company was on the brink of bankruptcy. My family was rich, and my father bailed him out, stabilizing his company single-handedly.

In gratitude, Trevor married me.

Coincidentally, I had fallen in love with Trevor at first sight.

From the moment we met, I pursued Trevor aggressively.

With my myriad advantageous conditions, Trevor's business began to flourish.

Then he rebelled.

It was possible he never truly loved me.

He publicly claimed that ours was merely a marriage in name only, that he would love only Carolyn for his entire life, devoted only to her.

Carolyn was his childhood sweetheart, beautiful and radiant, studying abroad.

I didn’t care about any of this.

But to outsiders, it appeared that I pursued him, thus I had to give everything.

Many mocked Trevor for ascending through his father-in-law, while others envied his good fortune, as he had a wealthy benefactor and a wife willing to do everything for him.

However, they were all unaware of the reason for my indulgence towards Trevor.

It was because his blood was delicious.

I forgot to mention I was a millennium-old vampire, and my death was merely an illusion.

My pursuit of Trevor was not entirely for love, but because his blood contained a rare quality element.

In our vampire world, it was considered a once-in-a-century superior bloodline that could extend one’s life.

Trevor, born into wealth, had blood tainted with the decadence of money.

Even though he had a beloved childhood friend and sweetheart, for the sake of fame, profit, and decency, he was willing to marry the ambition and vile taste that I represented.

You could smell it up close.

Delicious and wonderful.

Who wouldn’t want eternal youth?

Thus, Trevor had to be brought close to me.