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

Elena's POV

Seraphina was there at dinner that evening.

She sat beside Lucien — relaxed, elegant, as if that seat had always been hers.

I barely touched my steak before making an excuse to leave. I'd been spending all my time in the medical lab lately. I smelled like disinfectant and had no appetite.

I was done watching the two of them chat like I wasn't there, building a world I could never enter.

But Lucien noticed something was off. He stopped me.

"Elena, you've been emotionally unstable lately."

I froze, then forced myself to sit back down. "Have I?"

He glanced at me, then told the maid to cut my steak into smaller pieces. His voice was as level and cool as ever.

"You've been avoiding me since our anniversary. Haven't you?"

I stared at the sliced meat on my plate, and for a moment, a wave of nausea hit me so hard I couldn't eat.

"If you're upset because I overlooked our anniversary, I apologize."

He watched me with that flawless composure — every word, every gesture, completely beyond reproach.

So he hadn't forgotten the anniversary after all.

He remembered. He just hadn't wanted to spend it with me.

He'd already apologized. What more could I possibly say? What right did I have to be angry?

It hit me then — for four years, I had spent every single day tiptoeing around these questions, over and over.

Since the anniversary, he hadn't slept in the master bedroom. Of course he hadn't found the gift.

The dynamic between us had always been fixed. After my parents died, he was the only family I had left. He was the one who helped me through the grief. I depended on him, and somewhere along the way, I'd fallen in love with him — in the role of his wife.

I was always looking up, reaching out, waiting for him to come to me — to love me, to pay my tuition, to give me a reason to stay.

And every now and then, he'd glance down, offer a scrap of attention or a rare night of closeness, and then withdraw whenever he pleased.

I couldn't even raise my voice at him.

I hesitated, about to speak.

Then Seraphina pulled a face behind his back. She mimicked his stoic expression, dropped her voice to a deadpan: "Lucien, you've been emotionally unstable lately, too."

He let out a low laugh. A real one, tinged with exasperation.

"Cut it out."

In that moment, watching the soft warmth on his face, I went cold all over.

It suddenly felt like the last four years had been a joke.

I had broken myself trying to learn his rules, to fit into his world. And in the end, I still couldn't reach him. I was still on the outside, looking in.

If that was the case, then I might as well leave on my own terms.

I wanted a divorce.

I was done begging him to love me.