I Left My Vampire Husband for the Man Who Chose Me

Before my parents died, they entrusted me to the most powerful vampire clan — the Vanderlooms.

I married Jason, the heir, and spent ten years by his side — only to discover he'd gotten his vampire subordinate pregnant.

He said I was just a human. That conceiving a vampire's child was nearly impossible for someone like me.

That even if my parents died saving his life, it didn't mean I could hold on to the title of lady of the house forever.

Vicky said she needed human blood for her pregnancy and demanded I serve as her blood thrall.

Jason just watched with casual indifference. He didn't stop her.

So I packed my bags and calmly handed him the divorce papers.

He sneered.

"That trick doesn't work anymore. You want to leave? Go ahead."

"Give it a week. You'll come crawling back."

But what he didn't know was that I'd already accepted another man's proposal.

This time, I was done loving him for good.

Elena's POV

The servants watched me with a mix of pity and numb.

My suitcase was practically empty — not even half full.

I was almost through the front door when Vicky called out behind me.

"Elena, it's great that you've come to your senses. But that necklace around your neck — shouldn't you give it back to Jason?"

She draped herself against Jason, her voice sweet and coaxing.

"You promised, Jason. You said you'd make me your vampire bride. That necklace would be mine too, wouldn't it?"

I stopped. My eyes burned.

That necklace wasn't just a symbol of the vampire bride.

It was the medal that Jason's grandfather — the patriarch of the Vanderloom clan — had given my parents.

Ten years ago, Jason was targeted by vampire hunters.

My parents had spent their lives working for the Vanderlooms, managing their financial ventures in the human world.

They were the ones who threw themselves in front of those silver bullets to save him.

After that day, I was taken into the estate.

Before all of it, Jason and I had practically been childhood sweethearts. I'd always believed he loved me.

I never imagined everything would change after my parents died.

He didn't love me. He'd been forced into the engagement, bound to me for life — and he resented me for it.

I was trapped in a loveless marriage for ten long years.

The necklace held a blood-red gemstone, and behind it, engraved on the metal setting, were my parents' names alongside the Vanderloom family crest.

Jason's grandfather had placed it around my neck himself.

He'd said, "From today on, this is your home. You are the lady of the Vanderloom house."

Jason knew exactly what that necklace meant to me.

But he just lounged on the sofa with his arm around the visibly pregnant vampire, not sparing me so much as a glance.

Vicky's voice was soft and light.

"Elena, you're not going to miss it, are you?"

She tilted her head with