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

Elena's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling.

My advisor had rushed over the moment she got the call. Apart from her, the room was empty.

She watched me scan the room and just shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh.

"You're pregnant, Elena."

She handed me the ultrasound printout. I stared at the tiny image, trying to imagine how small the life inside me was, and managed a tired smile.

This baby had terrible timing.

Legally speaking, by now, I was already divorced from the child's father.

"And you're smiling! Your vampire husband's phone was working just fine — they told him you'd collapsed and were in the hospital. And where is he? Not a soul in sight! What are you going to do?"

I pressed the papers flat against my palm and sighed.

Part of me was relieved Lucien hadn't shown up. If he found out I was carrying his child, divorced or not, he'd never let me leave.

But another part of me ached. So he really was that cold. That indifferent. He'd been told I was in the hospital — alone, with no one to lean on — and he couldn't even be bothered to check on me.

"I'm keeping the baby. And I don't want my ex-husband to know."

This was a life. Even if the relationship with the father was beyond repair, I couldn't be the one to end it.

"Professor — please. I need you to keep this between us."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but then her gaze traveled over my thin arms and my pale, exhausted frame in the hospital bed, and her voice softened.

"The professors there respect your work. I'll arrange for an extended stay — you can settle in, take it easy, do some light research while you carry the baby. It'll be fine."

I nodded gratefully and tried to sit up to take her hand, but she gently pushed me back under the covers and tucked me in tight.

"But you're not quitting medicine. After the baby's born, you owe me a few publications in top-tier journals. Consider it repayment."

She grinned. "And when you win an award, don't you dare forget to thank your beloved mentor."

After she left, I felt well enough to check myself out that afternoon. Most of the interns and residents at Central Hospital were classmates of mine. While I was processing the paperwork, a few of them had a moment free and came over to chat.

"Elena, did you hear about that vampire aristocrat? Blackthorne, or something?"

My pen stopped mid-signature. A bad feeling settled in my stomach.

"He came in today with his wife for a checkup. She'd barely nicked her hand — you'd think it was a state emergency, the fuss they made. Vampires heal before they even get through the door."

In four years of marriage, Lucien had never publicly acknowledged me. To avoid complications, only my advisor at school knew who my husband was.

The "wife" they were talking about had to be Seraphina.

So he had been at the hospital today.

Just not for me.

I managed a stiff smile, but my classmate was too excited to notice.

"But I guess it was a good thing they came in — turns out Mrs. Blackthorne is two months pregnant! They've already booked the top-floor suite, moving in next week for prenatal care."

She nudged me with her elbow, eyes wide with envy. "Elena, how many lifetimes would it take for us to live like that? It's not fair."

Two months ago.

That was the exact day Seraphina came back to find Lucien.

I let out a bitter laugh. Somehow, I wasn't even surprised.

If they wanted to be together, fine. Let them. Vampire affairs were no business of a human like me.

All I wanted now was to get as far away as possible — and vanish from Lucien's world for good.