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

Elena's POV

From the day I walked into the Blackthorne mansion in my wedding dress, I knew one thing.

I didn't belong here.

The servants bowed with their eyes lowered, never meeting my gaze. The nights held no warmth, no light — only endless darkness.

And I was the only one who needed the sun. Fragile, lost, clinging to my vampire husband.

Four years of marriage, and I had poured everything I had into fitting in — hand-picking Lucien's suits and ties, managing every mundane detail of his life.

And Lucien, to his credit, had never treated me badly. He was gentle. Considerate. Always the perfect gentleman.

"If you want to continue at the medical school, I'll arrange it."

His tone was calm, the same as always.

That day, I stood in the doorway of his study, certain he would refuse.

But he simply glanced up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk — just for a second.

"Your life doesn't have to be defined by this marriage. Whatever you want to do, you're free to do it."

His expression was the same as it had always been — cool, controlled. But I told myself that the way he looked at me meant something. That it was respect born of love.

I could have gone on lying to myself forever, pretending that was enough.

Until three months ago, when she came back.

Seraphina Crowe. Lucien's childhood sweetheart. A pureblood vampire — elegant, aristocratic, and freshly divorced.

I had heard her name whispered among the servants countless times inside the castle. Apparently, if Seraphina hadn't chosen someone else first, she would have been Lucien's fiancée. That was always the arrangement between their families.

On our wedding anniversary, I waited at home with a gift for hours.

Lucien was always punctual. But that night, he was late.

That night was also the first time I laid eyes on the infamous "Miss Crowe."

She wore a red gown, her arm looped through Lucien's with casual ownership. The look she gave me was the kind you'd give a cheap plate of leftovers.

"This is Seraphina Crowe. An old friend. She'll be staying with us for a while."

When Lucien spoke to me, his gaze landed on my face for only one second.

He didn't notice the gift box I'd already hidden under the sofa. He certainly didn't notice how tightly I was clenching my fists, fighting to hide my awkward, disappointed expression.

"Okay."

I had no right to refuse. And honestly, I don't think he was asking.

"Lucien, your taste is still terrible."

Seraphina swept her eyes around the castle, appraising the furniture, before letting her gaze drift — almost carelessly — to me.

I kept my head down, doing my best to ignore the venom and hold myself together. And then —

I heard Lucien laugh.

"Still that sharp tongue? You've been like this since we were kids. No wonder your marriage didn't last."

I looked up, and I saw everything.

His eyes had never been that bright. A faint smile spread from the corners of his eyes to his lips, making him look — for the first time — almost human.

In four years, I had never seen him smile.

I'd thought Lucien simply didn't know how.

Turns out, he just didn't do it around me.

Seraphina caught the flash of shock and pain on my face. She gave Lucien's arm a playful punch and leaned into him, teasing.

"My divorce? That's only because you begged me to come back and help run your business."

"Enough. Stop teasing." He turned to me, his voice dropping into that familiar, measured gentleness. "Elena, it's getting late. You don't need to wait up for me in the sitting room anymore. It's cold out here."

Lucien patted the top of my head — the same as always — and told me to get some rest. Then he turned and walked upstairs with Seraphina.

I watched them go, laughing and talking all the way up, until I heard the study door close behind them. I sat frozen on the sofa.

Night was falling. For vampires, life was just beginning.

And I — the human — had no place in any of it.