My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 15

Upon hearing the voice, Raymond turned around, his expression calm but unreadable.

Standing before him was a familiar face—one of Valentina’s uncles. He recognized the man from the day he had gone to the Callum mansion to marry Valentina. Unlike the others who had openly shown disdain or fake pity, this man had remained quiet, simply watching and smiling through the entire process.

Raymond’s crimson eyes remained steady as he met the older man’s gaze.

"Can I help you?" he asked smoothly, his tone devoid of any warmth but not outright hostile.

Valentina’s uncle let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

"I didn’t know you were this smart," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

At that moment Raymond raised an eyebrow but remained silent, letting the man continue.

"You came to our house looking like a homeless man," the older man mused, chuckling as he gave Raymond a once-over.

"But now, look at you—fresh, dressed in luxury. I suppose after taking the money, you decided to clean up nicely?"

Still Raymond didn’t respond. He simply stood there, his expression unreadable, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watched Valentina’s uncle with quiet patience.

But the older man wasn’t done.

He smirked, tilting his head as if trying to gauge a reaction from Raymond.

"So?" he continued, crossing his arms.

"Where did you dump Valentina? I want to know so I can go laugh at her. Even a homeless man left her—what a joke."

At that moment Raymond’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His crimson eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he took a slow, deliberate step forward.

But before he could do anything, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Honey, I’m back."

Raymond froze mid-step.

The smirk on Valentina’s uncle’s face widened as he turned toward the source of the voice, clearly expecting to see another woman. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his entire expression lighting up with mock delight.

But the moment he saw her, that amusement twisted into sheer disbelief.

Valentina stood there, her glowing blue eyes peeking out from beneath her scarf, her posture relaxed yet elegant. She looked nothing like the woman the Callum family had discarded. The scarf she wore only heightened the mystery of her presence, making it impossible to mistake her for the broken girl they had sent away.

Then the older man’s jaw slackened.

His gaze darted from Raymond to Valentina, then back to Raymond, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.

Raymond had another wife?

His shock was quickly replaced with laughter—short, disbelieving chuckles that echoed through the store. He shook his head, his face filled with the kind of exaggerated joy people wore when they found something hilariously ridiculous.

"Ah, so you already have another wife?" he said, his eyes still on Raymond.

"Who says money isn’t good? Just look at you! A few weeks ago, you were sleeping under a bridge, and now you’re a changed man—with a new woman, no less."

His gaze shifted back to Valentina, still not recognizing her. He grinned as if this were some grand joke. "Tell me, where did you dump Valentina? I really want to know."

At that moment, Valentina’s glowing blue eyes darkened with realization.

Uncle Bernard.

Her father’s younger brother.

A man who had never hidden his disdain for her.

She knew exactly why. Back when she was still running the company, she had caught him stealing. He had been embezzling funds, siphoning money from their accounts like a leech. She had taken swift action against him, ensuring he could never hold a position of power within the company again.

From that day forward, he had despised her.

However Valentina wanted to walk away he wasn’t worth her time. He wasn’t worth her breath.

But something in her refused to stay silent.

She turned back, standing tall, her voice clear and steady.

"Uncle Bernard," she said, her tone cool but firm. "My husband hasn’t married any other woman. He wants no other—but only me."

The moment the words left her lips, Bernard’s smug expression faltered.

His eyes widened slightly as he took a closer look at her.

The voice—her voice—was unmistakable.

But... it couldn’t be.

His gaze dropped to her hands, his breath catching in his throat. They were fresh, clean, unblemished. Not a single scar in sight.

For years, Valentina had always concealed her hands beneath gloves, hidden beneath layers of fabric. She had never let anyone see her bare skin.

And yet, here she stood, her hands exposed—flawless.

Still, she wore a scarf, just like before.

His mind whirled. It can’t be...

Valentina Callum would never show her hands.

Would she?

Bernard suddenly burst into laughter again, shaking his head in mock amusement.

"I have to hand it to you, kid," he said, wiping at imaginary tears. "I didn’t know you were this smart." His eyes gleamed with amusement as he studied Raymond. "You actually trained your new girlfriend to act like Valentina? That’s impressive. Almost had me fooled."

Raymond’s expression remained unreadable, but there was a dangerous glint in his crimson eyes.

Bernard smirked and continued. "Look, I don’t know why you’re keeping up this act, but let me remind you—our family doesn’t care about Valentina anymore. It’s all in the contract, remember? You can dump her anywhere you want, and it wouldn’t matter to us." His voice was filled with cruel delight. "That’s why I asked—where did you leave her? I just want to go and have a good laugh."

Before Raymond could respond, Valentina took a slow step forward.

And then, without a word, she reached up and removed her scarf.

Bernard’s laughter died in his throat.

His entire body went rigid as his eyes locked onto her face. His jaw dropped, his breathing hitched, and his pupils dilated in pure shock.

It was her.

And yet... it wasn’t.

The burn scars that had once marred her skin—gone.

Her face was smooth, flawless, more beautiful than he had ever remembered. Even more beautiful than before the accident.

His mouth opened and closed as if struggling to form words, his voice cracking with disbelief.

"The burns..." His fingers twitched at his sides.

"They’re gone?"

His eyes darted down to her hands, realization striking him like a thunderbolt.

That’s why she wasn’t covering them. That’s why she was standing so confidently in front of him.

Everything was gone.

She had changed.

She looked untouchable.

Valentina held his stunned gaze, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.

"As you can see," she said smoothly, "my husband didn’t dump me."

She stepped closer, tilting her head slightly.

"And I’m happier than I ever imagined."