My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 19

The office was so silent that the faint hum of the security monitors filled the air.

For a long moment, nobody spoke nobody moved, It was as if time itself had frozen.

Their eyes—every single pair—were locked onto the screen.

They had all rushed forward the second they saw Bernard grabbing Valentina. But what followed...

What followed shattered them. There, clear as day, was Valentina.

Not the disfigured, pitiful woman they had discarded.

Not the burden they had cast aside like a useless relic, but a woman reborn.

Her face, once covered in deep, horrifying burn scars, was now flawless.

Her skin glowed under the store’s soft lighting, her features delicate, breathtaking—so much so that she hardly seemed real. It was the same Valentina.

But it wasn’t, she wasn’t just healed.

She was stunning. More beautiful than she had ever been. More radiant than any of them had ever remembered.

At that moment Maria’s lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. Her body trembled slightly as she took a shaky step closer to the screen, as if moving any further might break whatever illusion this was.

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"...Is this real?"

Immediately She blinked hard, her hands clenching at her sides.

"Is this really happening?" she murmured again, her voice hoarse, disbelieving. "Is this... truly Valentina?"

Then she turned to Bernard then, as if waiting for someone to tell her this was some sort of mistake.

But Bernard—still nursing his aching face—didn’t even look at her.

His own gaze remained glued to the screen, his face twisted in a mix of humiliation and horror.

Without sparing her a glance, he spoke.

"See for yourself."

The silence in the office grew heavier, pressing down on them like an invisible weight.

The screen didn’t lie. The face they all saw—clear, flawless, radiant—was Valentina.

At that moment Bernard’s voice broke the suffocating stillness.

"You can see it now," he said, his tone laced with bitterness. His hand pointed to the screen, but his voice carried the weight of his own disbelief.

"This is truly Valentina."

Nobody spoke. Nobody could.

They had all seen her with their own eyes.

Valentina—the same woman they had tossed aside, the same woman whose existence had been reduced to a family shame—was standing right there.

Not just healed. Not just restored.

But even more beautiful than before, a woman they no longer recognized, yet could never deny.

At that moment Maria staggered slightly, her usually poised demeanor shattered. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react.

Her lips trembled, but no words came.

It was as if the world she had carefully crafted around her had cracked wide open, leaving her standing in the ruins.

And then—Valentina’s father sank into a chair.

His body felt heavy, his limbs numb.

He knew. He had always known.

If not for her scars, if not for what had happened to her, Valentina wouldn’t have been thrown away like a burden.

She wouldn’t have been auctioned off to the first man willing to take her., she would have married into one of the top three families in the country.

That had been the plan. That had been his expectation.And yet—They had lost her.

He had lost her, now, seeing her like this, completely whole, looking more powerful and desirable than ever before—

It wasn’t just a shock.It wasn’t just a mistake, It was a loss.

A devastating, irreversible loss.And for the first time, Mr. Callum felt weak.

Liam didn’t move. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his breathing was steady, but his body radiated silent rage.

He didn’t say a word.He didn’t have to.

Everything about this was a loss—his loss.

And he hated losing. Just then, Bernard broke the silence.

"We can’t let this continue," he said, his voice urgent, laced with desperation. He turned to Callum, eyes wide with intent. "We can’t let Valentina stay married to that... that poor excuse of a man!"

Nobody interrupted him.Nobody even flinched.

Bernard took it as permission to keep going.

"If she stays with him, we’ll lose everything," he insisted. "Do you understand what this means?" He gestured wildly toward the screen, where Valentina’s glowing, breathtaking image was still frozen in time.

"If we bring her back, everything goes back to the way it was."

Hearing what Bernard just said Maria’s lips trembled slightly.

then her fingers dug into her crossed arms.

Liam’s jaw ticked.But it was Valentina’s father who finally reacted.

The moment Bernard’s words sank in—everything goes back to the way it was—Mr. Callum sat up straight, his spine stiffening with newfound resolve.

He had hesitated earlier.He had faltered, But now?

There was no hesitation left in him.

His mind was made up.

"She’s coming back," he declared, his voice firm, final.

Immediately Bernard exhaled in relief. Immediately Maria jaw tightened.

"We’ll fix this," Mr. Callum continued, already reaching for his phone. His fingers moved with urgency, dialing a familiar number.

"Who are you calling?" Maria asked, her voice hesitant.

"The lawyer," Mr. Callum said without looking up.

The words fell like a hammer.

"I’m terminating the marriage contract."

The office was thick with tension, an unbearable weight pressing down on them. Valentina had been useless before.

A burden. A disgrace. A scar on the family name.

But now—Now she was back.

And they couldn’t afford to leave her where she was.

"She’s not staying in that marriage," Bernard spat, still fuming. His face was twisted in determination. "We can’t allow it—not after everything’s been wiped clean. We need her back. Now."

However Maria remained silent.

But her silence wasn’t indifference.

It was rage. A deep, simmering anger that burned in her veins.

She was pissed, beyond pissed.

Her nails dug into her palms as she forced herself to breathe, but her patience was gone.

At that moment, Liam, who had remained eerily quiet, finally turned toward Mr. Callum.

His voice was low, controlled.

"You’re going to be busy handling this, aren’t you?"

Mr. Callum barely hesitated before nodding. "Of course," he replied, his voice stiff.

Liam exhaled sharply, his gaze dark. He hadn’t said much, but the fury radiating from him was undeniable.

And then— Maria’s voice cut through the office like a blade.

"Don’t worry," she said, her words precise, almost too calm.

Everyone turned toward her, Maria lifted her chin, her gaze unreadable.

"The marriage," she continued, "is going to hold."