I Left My Vampire Husband and Married a Better Man, Now He Regrets Everything

Vampires only ever took one mate in their lifetime.

And yet, my vampire husband refused to acknowledge me—his human wife, bound to him through an arranged marriage.

On the night of our tenth wedding anniversary, Jason brought another woman into my bed.

She was wearing my nightgown. She was carrying his child.

And in my hand, I held a pregnancy test I'd just had confirmed.

"Be reasonable, Elena. Jessica just conceived my child. She needs me."

"Go sleep in the guest room. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

My husband shielded the other woman, his smile polished and gentlemanly, though his eyes held the same icy indifference they always did.

When he saw me frozen in the doorway, Jason assumed I was going to do what I always did.

Scream. Cry. Demand to know why he kept doing this to me.

But he didn't know—this time was different.

The ten-year contract had come due, and I was finally leaving him for good.

Elena's POV

I was born into the noble Montclair family, a bloodline that had forged marriage alliances with pureblood vampire aristocracy for generations.

Only the women of our family carried the rare blood that could bond with vampires and produce hybrids capable of walking in the sun.

At my coming-of-age ball, I fell in love at first sight with Jason—heir candidate to the Valerie vampire dynasty.

I should have married him without any fuss and fulfilled the alliance. But my father opposed it.

I was young and headstrong. I refused to give Jason up—even if it meant severing ties with my own family.

I told myself that with enough patience, I could make Jason love me.

I was wrong. For ten years, he treated me like I didn't exist—his unwanted alliance wife, nothing more than air.

He told me I was the type of person he despised most—the kind who won't leave him alone the most.

He told me he would never love me.

I slipped the pregnancy report into my pocket without a word, one hand resting protectively over my stomach, my face showing nothing.

What perfect timing.

It had taken me ten years to finally conceive Jason's child.

I thought this would be the thing that changed everything—that he'd finally see me as his wife.

But Jessica, his subordinate who'd been seducing him behind my back, was pregnant too.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at the woman in Jason's arms.

Crimson eyes. A pale face. That fragile, trembling look—so carefully practiced.

The cloying perfume in the air nearly made me retch.

"Mrs. Valerie... I'm so sorry, please don't be angry. I'll leave right now..."

Her teary-eyed act made Jason's face soften with concern. He pulled her closer, his arm around her shoulder, and the look he gave me was sharp with coldness and disgust.

"The one who should leave is you, Elena."

His cold disdain cut through me, but I just gave a numb nod. I had to admit:

She was exactly Jason's