My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 45

The room fell into complete silence, the staff too stunned to speak. Even Victoria, who had been smirking moments ago, had her expression frozen in place.

Without another word, Valentina picked up the items that had been unjustly taken from her and walked out of the station with calm confidence. The officers who had once stood against her now stepped aside, their gazes lowered in silent submission.

As soon as she got outside, she took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill her lungs. She pulled out her phone again and sent Raymond the address.

"Please come meet me I’ll be waiting," she texted.

Moments later, her phone buzzed.

"I’m on my way," was Raymond’s reply.

A small, tired smile touched her lips. He had been worried. She could hear it in his voice earlier. But now, she needed to push all of this aside—she had somewhere important to be.

By the time she arrived at her mother’s house, the modest structure stood as it always had—small, but filled with memories she could never erase.

The moment she stepped out of the car, Raymond was already there, waiting for her.

The modest house sat just off the bustling city streets, close enough to hear the distant hum of traffic but far enough to feel like a different world entirely. When Raymond saw Valentina, their embrace was warm, familiar. He felt the slight tremor in her shoulders, noticed the tightness around her eyes, but kept his questions locked behind a gentle smile.

Inside, dust motes danced in the evening light streaming through unwashed windows. Valentina’s fingers trailed along the furniture, leaving clean lines in the gray film that had settled since her last visit. Since the wound. Her hand unconsciously moved to her side at the memory. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Let me help," Raymond said, already reaching for a cloth. They worked in companionable silence, their movements a careful choreography around memories and grief.

Valentina’s steps slowed as she approached her mother’s bureau, her reflection ghosting across the newly cleaned mirror. With reverent hands, she lifted the framed photograph – her mother’s smile frozen in time, radiant and forever young. She placed it at the center of the table, arranging remembrance items around it like a shrine.

The candle’s flame cast flickering shadows across the photograph, and Raymond’s breath caught as his eyes fixed on the necklace captured in the image. A delicate silver chain supporting an unmistakable pendant – one he’d seen before, one he thought he’d never see again. His gaze locked onto the familiar curves and angles of the jewelry, recognition dawning like a cold sunrise.

At that moment Valentina knelt before the framed picture, her fingers trembling as she brushed along the smooth glass. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over her mother’s face, a face she hadn’t seen in years except in dreams and memories.

Then she took a deep breath, but her voice still wavered as she spoke.

"Mama..." Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to continue.

"It’s been so long. I should have come sooner, but I was lost... I didn’t know how to face you."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away.

Raymond watched in silence, his heart clenching at the pain in her voice.

"I... I brought someone today," Valentina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is my husband, Raymond."

She turned slightly, her eyes shimmering with emotion as she reached for Raymond’s hand. He gently took it, his warmth grounding her.

"He pulled me out of the darkness, Mama," she continued, her voice breaking.

"He didn’t just love me... He saw me, even when I couldn’t see myself."

At that moment Raymond’s jaw tightened, his grip on her hand firm yet comforting.

"He reminded me of who I was again. The daughter you raised. The one you cherished. And now, I’m trying... I’m trying to be her again."

Her shoulders trembled, the weight of everything she had held in for years finally cracking.

Raymond stepped forward, his arms wrapping around her from behind as she leaned into him, her body shaking with silent sobs.

"You’re already her, Valentina," he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair.

"You never lost her... you just needed time to find her again."

At that moment She closed her eyes, gripping his arms, as if anchoring herself to him.

For the first time in years, in this room, with the only light coming from the flickering candles, she felt her mother’s presence.

At that moment Valentina knelt and Raymond did same beside her, his eyes soft yet filled with an unshakable determination. He looked at the framed picture, the candlelight casting flickering shadows over her mother’s familiar features.

"Ma..." he started, his voice low but resolute.

"I know I never had the chance to meet you, but I want you to know that your daughter is in safe hands. I swear on my life that I will take care of her."

Hearing what Raymond just said Valentina turned to look at him, her breath hitching.

"I’ll make sure she never sheds another tear of pain again," Raymond continued, his fingers tightening around Valentina’s hand.

"Everything she lost, everything she lacked, I’ll give it back to her tenfold. She won’t just be happy, Ma. She’ll be the woman everyone looks up to, the woman everyone admires and envies. I promise you that."

Valentina bit her lower lip, her chest rising and falling heavily as she watched him.

Then, Raymond reached for something behind him, a small, elegant box wrapped in midnight-blue velvet. He opened it carefully, revealing a breathtaking diamond necklace—a masterpiece that glowed under the candlelight like a constellation of stars.

"This..." Raymond placed the box gently beside the framed picture. "This is my gift to you. For giving me the most precious soul I could ever ask for."

Immediately Valentina’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The necklace was exquisite, its diamonds flawless, each stone reflecting light like captured moonbeams. She knew it was expensive, but something about it felt different—more than just wealth, it held a deeper significance.