All Chapters of HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 121Elena’s povIt was the car.My chest squeezed with both relief and dread.But it wasn’t as simple as just reaching it. The ditch narrowed, the walls sloping unevenly, jagged with roots and stones jutting out like claws. My rope snagged against one, catching so tightly it halted my descent altogether.“Rope stuck,” I muttered, tugging at it desperately. The fibres groaned, scraping against the stone. If it frayed…. If it snapped….. “Easy, Elena. Don’t fight it,” the rescuer’s voice soothed through the speaker. “Shift your weight left, press your boots to the wall. That should loosen it.”Left.I pressed my foot against the side, the soil crumbling beneath my sole. My arms screamed from holding the rope, my muscles trembling. I shifted, praying the rock would release its grip. For a terrifying second, nothing happened.Then, with a sickening lurch, the rope slid free, too fast. My body droppe

Chapter 123Elena’s povThe world was already tilting beneath me, the rope straining with every pull, the weight of Lucian heavy against me. We were so close….. so close that I could see the night sky beyond the lip of the ditch, a taste of victory in the air.Then the universe split apart.A thunderous roar shook the ground, a blinding flash of orange ripped through the darkness, and the car below detonated with a violence that swallowed everything. The explosion wasn’t just sound…. It was force. A raw, brutal punch that hurled us like rag dolls into the night air.I didn’t even scream. The blast stole the breath from my lungs, it stole every word I might have cried out. One moment I was being pulled toward safety, the next I was weightless, flying and clutching Lucian against me as though my arms alone could shield him from hell itself.Flames clawed at the sky, swallowing smoke and sparks. My body slammed hard against the earth outside the ditch, the rope snapping loose from around

Chapter 125Elena’s pov It started with one broadcast, one trembling voice reporting the explosion and within minutes, it was everywhere.I drifted in a fog, but pieces of it reached me, like echoes bouncing through the hollow of my mind.In a small restaurant downtown, forks clattered against plates as the television above the counter flashed with breaking news. The cheerful hum of conversations fell silent. A young couple, hands entwined across the table, stared wide-eyed as the anchor spoke my name. The woman covered her mouth. The man muttered, “God… she went in for him. And now she’s gone.” They both bowed their heads, unable to finish their meal.In a crowded bar, the game on the big screen was cut short, replaced by footage of the fire. The crowd of rowdy voices fell quiet. One man, drunk but suddenly sober with shock, whispered, “That girl… she saved him. She really went in there.” And then, as though remembering his own daughter

Chapter 127Sirens in the distance slowed. Police officers who had been stiff with grief let out audible sighs, some hugging one another, others pounding their fists against their chests in pure relief. Even the hardened rescue team… men who had seen too much to be shaken easily were wiping tears and clapping each other on the back.The first news feeds hit the air within minutes. From the place where we landed, I could hear faint echoes of anchors through radios and livestreams.“Breaking News out of Ravenswood City, miracle survival! Earlier presumed dead after a catastrophic explosion, Lucian Evans and his rescuer, identified as Elena Rivers, have survived. You heard that right…. they survived.”Each word was broadcast not just to the crowd but to the entire city and the city responded.Cars honked in celebration, strangers stopped each other in the streets to embrace, and church bells rang spontaneously in neighbourhoods far away. Social media exploded with posts, screenshots, sha

Chapter 129 My lips parted in shock, but before I could respond, the medics pushed the stretcher toward the ambulance. Matthew followed, his body shaking as he clung to Lucian’s hand. He didn’t look back at the cameras, the flashing lights, or the hundreds of people still crying and praying. His entire world was on that stretcher. And as I stumbled toward the waiting ambulance, carried by sheer willpower, I realised mine was too. The inside of the ambulance was chaotic. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, far too bright against the darkness of everything that had just happened. Lucian lay strapped to the stretcher in the centre, his body pale and limp, an oxygen mask covering half his face. Tubes and wires ran from him into beeping machines, each one screaming urgency. I sat pressed against the wall, my clothes torn, my skin blackened with soot. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I could still feel the heat of the explosion on my skin, and I could still hear the roar in my ears