All Chapters of HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Chapter 232 ​The screen displayed a grainy, zoomed-in shot of the loading dock. ​MARK DAVIS (Live Reporter, voice trembling): “Olivia, the shooter has been neutralized by SWAT, but the scene here is… it’s a bloodbath of emotion. A man—we don’t know who he is, he doesn't appear to be law enforcement—just performed a miraculous catch. He saved that baby’s life at the very moment the Doctor fell. Paramedics are swarming the dock. Frank Dalton is personally shielding the Doctor’s body as they move her onto a stretcher!” ​OLIVIA VANCE: “Who is the man with the baby, Mark? Is he a relative?” ​MARK DAVIS: “We don’t know! He’s just standing there, clutching the child. He looks… he looks like he’s seen a ghost.” ​ ​Nathan stood frozen on the asphalt, the whimpering baby pressed against his chest. He could feel the tiny heartbeat through his coat, a frantic rhythm that matched his own. His head was a storm of static. Elena. The name was a siren in his brain, screaming at him from a place

Chapter 234 ​The nurses tried to block him, but he moved through them like a ghost, his focus entirely on the pale woman on the gurney. He managed to grab the side of the stretcher as they sprinted toward the trauma bay. ​Frank watched from the sidelines, his brow furrowed in deep, calculating thought. Who is this man? Why does he look like he’s lived a thousand lives in the last hour? Frank pulled out his phone, his voice cold. “I need a facial recognition scan on the man following the Rivers stretcher. Now.” ​The double doors of the surgical wing loomed ahead. ​“Sir, you cannot go past this point!” a burly security guard shouted, grabbing Nathan’s shoulder. ​“I have to see her!” Nathan fought, his voice cracking with a desperation that silenced the hallway. “She’s the only thing I remember! Please!” ​They shoved him back, and the doors swung shut, the red 'OPERATING' light flickering to life. ​ LIVE NEWS……………. ​OLIVIA VANCE (Studio): “We are now at the two-hour mark since Dr

Chapter 236 ​Nathan looked at Frank. He saw the protective rage, the genuine love for Elena, and the suspicion. He wasn't afraid of the police. He wasn't afraid of a jail cell. He was only afraid of the void—the idea of being dragged away from her again before he could tell her he remembered. ​"My name is Nathan," he said, his voice gaining strength. "And I don't care if you arrest me. You can bury me in a hole for the rest of my life, but I won't let her go through this alone again. Not after what they did, and how they hurt us ." ​Nathan closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memories settle into a coherent narrative. When he opened them, they were swimming with unshed tears. ​"We met in a restroom," Nathan began, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "In a dive bar. It was the most unromantic place on earth. She was a doctor with too much heart, and I was… I was a man looking for an escape. We allied—a cold, calculated deal for personal benefits. We were supposed to use

Chapter 238 The sanctuary of the hospital was the first thing to die. ​The sterile, rhythmic peace of St. Jude’s—a place of hushed whispers and soft-soled shoes—was violently shredded by a voice that carried the shrill, jagged edge of desperation. It was a sound that didn't belong in a wing dedicated to trauma and recovery; it was the sound of a woman watching her curated reality dissolve into smoke. ​“Where is he? Nathan! Nathan, answer me!” ​Carmen Rhodes didn't just walk into the hospital; she invaded it. She was flanked by two men in cheap suits—lawyers or hired muscle, it didn't matter—and a tail of three paparazzi who had managed to slip past the initial lobby security. Her hair, usually a masterpiece of high-society styling, was beginning to fray at the edges, mirroring her composure. ​“Ma’am, you cannot be back here! This is a restricted surgical ward!” the head of security, a man named Miller who had seen his fair share of grieving families, stepped into her path. He was

Chapter 240 The man standing before her was a stranger who hated her. ​She began to shake. The defiance drained out of her, replaced by a hollow, pathetic desperation. ​“I… I had to,” she sobled, her voice cracking. “My father… the will was clear. I had to be engaged, I had to be settled, or everything would go to the wrong hands. I was going to lose it all, Nathan! Everything I worked for!” ​“So you stole a man?” Nathan asked, his voice dripping with disgust. “You found a man with a shattered mind and decided he was a convenient accessory for your portfolio?” ​“It wasn't just that!” Carmen cried, reaching out to him, though she didn't dare touch him. “I grew to love you! You were kind, you were stable… you were everything the men in my world aren't. I thought if I kept you long enough, if I made you happy enough, it wouldn't matter that it started with a lie! I was content with you!” ​“You were content with a ghost,” Nathan said coldly. “You were content with a man whose soul w