Thou Art My Destiny Chapter 1

The day my childhood sweetheart urged me to divorce my vampire husband, I started seeing the comments.

They floated in the air like ghostly text messages, visible only to me.

【OMG, girlie, no! The second you sign those papers, the main characters are going to sell you off as a blood thrall!】

【Sweetheart, you have no idea. You’re about to abandon a Seventh-Order vampire lord to run off with that manipulative jerk?】

【NOOOO, MY SHIP CANNOT SINK! Can’t the female supporting character just… accidentally eat the divorce papers or something?】

The next second, with my vampire husband watching, I stuffed the entire document into my mouth and swallowed. I offered him a weak, sheepish grin.

“I guess I was just… really hungry.”

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Matthew Malins stared at me, his crimson eyes filled with a quiet confusion, trying to decipher my endgame.

I suppose anyone would think I was insane. One second he was signing the papers, the next I was swallowing them whole.

I guiltily avoided his gaze, my voice barely a whisper. “If I told you I lost a game of Truth or Dare with a friend, and the dare was to ask for a divorce and then eat the papers in front of you… would you believe me?”

A fresh wave of comments erupted in derisive laughter.

【LMAO, she would’ve been better off saying she was sleepwalking.】

【Girl, you can’t just take advantage of the fact that he’s obsessed with you and treat him like an idiot.】

【If he actually believes that excuse, I will personally go wash my hair while doing a handstand.】

I wanted to hide my head under the table, to stammer out another, better excuse.

But Matthew simply nodded, his expression calm. His tone even held a trace of guilt.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not feeding you enough.” He paused. “What would you like to eat?”

Me: “Huh???”

The Comments: 【WTF???】

【He is so ridiculously whipped for her!】

【I vote she eats his Adam’s apple!】

【Seconded! Just drink his saliva!】

A rush of blood went to my head, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them.

“I want to eat… your cooking?”

Damn it. Those perverted comments almost led me astray.