I Was My Vampire Husband’s Substitute Until I Walked Away
From the day I married Jason, I knew I was only a stand-in.
He was heir to the vampire throne. I was nothing — the most forgettable daughter of a declining human noble family.
The only reason he'd ever looked twice at me was this face. A face that happened to mirror Vicky's — his first love, already married to someone else.
For three years after the wedding, I copied her carefully. I smiled whenever I saw him.
He would touch my cheek, his eyes cold.
“Vicky never smiled like that. Not to please someone.”
To stay by his side, I got pregnant again and again — and lost each pregnancy, one after another, in the chill of his indifference.
Three years of marriage. I had nothing left but scars.
And still I would not let go.
Until Vicky's divorce brought her back, and she came to the door herself.
At a banquet, assassins struck. Jason's first instinct was to drop me and go to her.
Nearly dying finally cleared my head. I signed the divorce papers myself and handed them to him.
Later, after I finally walked away, Jason came looking for me — again and again.
His eyes were blood-red, his voice unsteady.
“Elena. I finally know. You're the one I love.”
I just looked at him and smiled, calm.
“Too late.”