HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Chapter 262 Baby Elena stirred again, her tiny fingers curling into Marianne’s shirt, her lips puckering as if she were about to protest the world. She made a small sound—half sigh, half complaint—and then settled again, warm and solid and alive. Her cheeks were fuller now. Her breathing steady and deep. Every rise and fall of her chest felt like a quiet miracle. “She’s growing so fast,” I murmured, reaching out carefully, brushing the back of my finger against her soft hand. Marianne followed my gaze, her eyes shining with a tired kind of joy only mothers knew. “She’s stubborn,” she said with a small laugh. “Just like her namesake.” Something warm settled in my chest. Not relief exactly. Not happiness either. It was quieter than both. Gratitude. The kind that didn’t shout, didn’t dance—just stayed. Against everything we had survived, life was still insisting on moving forward. For a moment, all the pain in my heart seemed to vanish because my life seemed to be going witho

Chapter 264 Peace did not announce itself with fireworks. It slipped into my life like a careful breath—steady, quiet, almost afraid I might scare it away. The weeks after my discharge unfolded gently. No gunshots. No screams. No blood soaking into white sheets. My body healed faster than my mind, but even my thoughts were beginning to soften at the edges. The nightmares came less often. When they did, Nathan was always there—his arm around my waist, his voice low and grounding, pulling me back from the places Mia had carved into my memory. I started waking up without fear. Started believing, cautiously, that maybe the worst was over. Nathan noticed the change before I did. “You’re smiling more,” he said one morning as I stood at the kitchen counter, stirring tea I barely drank. “I didn’t realize I stopped,” I replied. He watched me with that look—the one that wasn’t about power or control, but about care.......... about presence. And that was when I knew something was comi

Chapter 266 My vision blurred instantly. " I am your father. Not in the way the world believed—but in every way that matters. And more than that… you are my blood." I stopped breathing. The words didn’t make sense. They floated on the page, impossible and unreal. "Elena, my baby, my female version, my doctor, the only person who made me fight for my life, you are my blood, my baby girl." What am I reading, how am I........ Mr Rivers' blood...... huhhhh... wasn't I adopted by his family out of pity for my mother’s condition........... what's going on......... I couldn’t make sense of anything at this point. "Your mother, Maya, was the love of my life. We had loved each other for a long time and when she got pregnant with you, I decided to marry her and make her mine forever..... But my parents were the devil in our love story..... They never accepted her. She had no name they respected, no background they approved of. They tore us apart with threats and control, and I was t

Chapter 268 Elena learned very quickly that truth was heavy. It wasn’t the kind of weight that pressed down all at once. It settled in slowly, quietly—into her chest, her thoughts, the spaces between words she no longer said out loud. Since the night she discovered who she truly was, she carried that truth like a hidden blade beneath her clothes. The pain and realization was sharp, dangerous and invisible to others because of how well she masked it. No one knew. Not Nathan. Not Frank. Not even the people who thought they knew her best. She woke every morning with the same ritual now—eyes opening slowly, breath measured, her face calm like she wasn’t going through anything. She practiced neutrality the way others practiced prayer. If she let even a crack show, everything would spill out. All the grief, the rage, the knowledge that Beatrice was not just cruel—but lethal. If Elena had a way of making Beatrice pay immediately, she would but she couldn’t risk alerting her becaus

Chapter 270 ​Nathan Cain was a man who lived his life in the extremes. He didn't know how to do anything halfway. Whether it was dismantling a rival company or protecting the people he loved, he moved with a focused, terrifying intensity. I should have known that the recent calm—the soft smiles over breakfast, the quiet dinners where we talked about nothing and everything, the way he watched me like he was memorising every line of my face—was simply the hush before a beautiful storm. ​Peace with Nathan was never empty. It was never just a lack of noise. It was intentional. It was a foundation he was building, brick by brick, so that when he finally spoke, the world would have no choice but to listen. ​ ​That morning, I woke to the feeling of sunlight brushing against my skin like a warm hand. The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, but something felt different. There was a strange stillness in the mansion. Normally, the house was a living thing—the distant sound of guards' b