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

I married the most powerful vampire in existence — Lucien Blackthorne.

And I was just a human.

Four years ago, my parents gave their lives to save his during an assassination attempt.

So he married me. As compensation.

Lucien paid for my education, gave me access to resources most humans could only dream of, and treated me with impeccable courtesy.

But he never once mentioned turning me.

Then one day, his childhood sweetheart — a female vampire, freshly divorced — came looking for him.

It was the first time I ever saw Lucien smile.

That was the moment I understood. Lucien had never seen me as his wife.

There had always been someone else.

So I handed him the divorce papers.

He barely hesitated before signing his name.

"Elena, why would you do this? You know you can't survive without me. You'll regret it."

He tossed me a check across the desk, looking down at me, and told me to go home and think it over.

But this time, I wasn't going back.

I left him carrying his child, determined to find myself again — done begging for his love.

And yet, after I vanished, he came chasing after me, sobbing, pleading with me not to go.

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