After The Divorce I Found Out Ex Husband Was A Vampire

After work one evening, I received a text message from an unknown number. It contained the address of a hotel room and a sentence. "Your husband, Ayden Hussain, has checked into a hotel room here with another woman."

At first, I thought it was a tasteless prank. But then I remembered that Ayden had come home at midnight recently and that we hadn't sex for a long time. Suspicion crept into my heart naturally, so I immediately called him.

The phone was quickly hung up before being connected. Then I received a message from him. "I am busy with work and can't take your call right now."

I froze. He had clearly told me that morning that he'd be on a business trip to another city nearby and wouldn't be back that night. Now he said he was working overtime? I became more suspicious.

The hotel wasn't far from my office, so I decided to go and see what was going on for myself.

When I arrived at the hotel, the receptionist asked if I wanted to check-in. I took a deep breath and told the receptionist about Ayden's name and the room number. After checking the computer, the receptionist confirmed that a man named Ayden Hussain had indeed checked in earlier that evening. She then asked, "Are you his companion?"

I nodded. "Yes."

The receptionist said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but another woman has already checked into that room. Our hotel policy allows only two guests per room at most."

My mind went blank instantly. So the text I received wasn't a prank after all. I forced a smile and said, "I'm not staying in the room. I'm just here for a chat. I'll only be there for about thirty minutes. You can time me, and if I'm not out by then, you can go to the room and drive me out."

The receptionist hesitated but eventually handed me a room key.

I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button for the designated floor with the key. As the numbers climbed, my thoughts spiraled. If I really caught him cheating, what would I do next? Would I file for divorce? But we'd only been married for a year.

I stood in front of the door. My hands trembled as I put the key close to the door. The lock beeped, and I lightly pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit. Clothes were scattered across the floor, trailing from the doorway to the bed. The tie I had lovingly knotted for Ayden that very morning was now crumpled in a heap by the bathroom door.

A woman's moans filled the room. A woman's voice asked, "Ayden, who do you like more—me or Lorraine?"

Ayden chuckled and said, "Lorraine? She's so lifeless in bed. How could she ever compare to you, my baby?"

The woman giggled coyly. "You're so bad."

I never imagined I'd experience such humiliation in my life. I took out my phone and began making a video. The two of them were so engrossed in having sex that they didn't even notice me standing there.

After recording their shameful behavior, I bolted out of the room like I was running for my life.

When I got downstairs, I received another message from the mysterious sender. "Did you see it? What's your decision? If you want a divorce, I can help."

I quickly asked, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The response came swiftly. "I am just a concerned citizen trying to help you out. If you need a lawyer, let me know."

Ayden and I had been college sweethearts. He was a local, and his family was well-off. Before he even graduated, his parents had bought him an apartment.

We started dating in our sophomore year. After graduation, I landed a job as a teacher at a local high school. A year later, we got married, and things naturally fell into place.

There was no remarkable love story between us. Ayden was a mild guy and was nice to me. He had his life meticulously planned out. In others' eyes, he was an ideal husband, and even I had thought so. I never expected that he had long grown tired of my "boring" nature.

I didn't plan to confront Ayden immediately. Instead, I decided to gather all the evidence I needed before asking for a divorce. The next day, Ayden came home as normally as before. He casually said, "Jonny's back. We planned to have dinner this evening, and he insisted I bring you along."

I responded with a simple "Oh." Then I asked, "Isn't he studying abroad? Why is he back so soon?"

Ayden replied, "I've heard he's been back for a while and is working on a studio project. He only just found time to contact me."

Jonny Hall was a close friend of both Ayden and me. Although I'd gotten to know him through Ayden, Jonny had always been kind to me. When Ayden was busy, Jonny often took me out to have fun. Over time, we developed a good rapport.

The dinner was at a restaurant Jonny had chosen. He loved lively gatherings and often chose a KTV room. As soon as we arrived, Ayden was whisked away by others to play cards. Jonny, holding a glass of wine, waved me over.

I looked around the room, and there was no other empty seat. I hesitated before sitting down beside him.

He handed me a drink. "Lorraine, it's been a while. You look even more beautiful."

I took a sip and said, "Haven't I always looked the same? You have seen me so many times."