I Left My Vampire Husband for the Man Who Chose Me

Elena's POV

The air felt like it had turned to stone.

Jason's breathing grew ragged. Fury flooded his pupils, turning them blood-red — the way a vampire's instincts betrayed them when emotions ran too high.

Those crimson eyes looked just like blood.

That color always dragged me back to my parents' final moments. And Vicky — she loved wearing red. Months ago, her red dresses floating around the estate had given me nightmares every night.

I flinched instinctively. The aversion was reflexive, bone-deep.

Jason caught it. His expression froze, and his gaze locked onto me.

I stiffened too.

Because this moment was painfully familiar.

On our wedding night, I'd seen his true form for the first time.

Red eyes. Sharp fangs. He'd been holding me, trying to say something.

I'd pushed him away, stepped back, and turned to clutch a pillow, forcing down the terror, desperate to hide my weakness.

I was still in love with him then. I didn't want him to know how badly my parents' death had scarred me. I didn't want him carrying that guilt.

I'd believed that as long as we had each other, we'd find our way through the darkness.

But after that night, he became a different person.

I couldn't find a single trace of love left in his eyes.

From that day on, Jason became my new nightmare.