I Divorced the Vampire Who Never Loved Me — Now He’s on His Knees Begging

Elena's POV

After that, everything happened too fast.

Once Seraphina was back, they were inseparable. Handling affairs together, going in and out of meetings side by side.

Even the job of picking out Lucien's clothes each morning — which had always been mine — fell to her.

"Lucien told me you're a medical student? You must be exhausted from studying every day. Humans have limited stamina — leave these little things to me."

That day, I was turned away at the study door. The tie I'd already chosen was tossed aside by Seraphina.

At home, I saw them everywhere — walking shoulder to shoulder.

Seraphina would lean close. And Lucien didn't pull away.

I told myself it was normal. They were vampires. They had grown up together. Of course they were close. It meant nothing.

But sitting alone in that house, I felt, for the first time in a long while, that old familiar feeling — like I didn't belong.

I thought I'd learned to walk on eggshells well enough. I'd even stopped expecting my husband to truly love me.

But watching Lucien laugh and joke so easily with Seraphina, while all I ever got was silence — "Fine." "Got it." "Whatever you want." — the ache in my chest was impossible to ignore.

The anniversary gift was still hidden in the closet.

The first three years, Lucien had always found my gifts quickly, and he'd wear whatever I gave him the very next day.

But this time, the quartz watch I'd picked out had been sitting so long that the hands had stopped.

Maybe he just forgot. After all, anniversaries were a human thing — he'd never cared about dates like that only humans commemorated.

I kept looking at my gift, over and over. I rewrote the card and threw it away more times than I could count. Every word I wrote felt wrong, and I kept revising, terrified of boring him.

Lucien had always kept me at arm's length. I didn't want to admit it, but I could feel it — his feelings for me were paper-thin. Guilt was the only thing holding us together.

Before Seraphina, I could still lie to myself.

But after seeing what Lucien's happiness actually looked like, I couldn't pretend anymore.

I'd spent years walking on eggshells, and that careful, gentlemanly courtesy of his — it had no place between husband and wife.

Maybe I should never have accepted this arrangement in the first place.

I'd been greedy, and it had cost me everything.