All Chapters of I NEED YOU, ELENA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 0031 LOVE AND BETRAYAL... ELENA.. The moment Ryan turned his back and walked away, a sharp, unbearable pain pierced my chest. It felt as if my heart had shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces, and no matter how much I tried to breathe through it, the ache only deepened. I wanted to call out to him, to make him stay, to explain that none of this was as simple as it seemed. But my voice failed me. I stood frozen, watching him disappear into the distance, the weight of my choice pressing down on me like an unbearable burden. I had made a decision—one that felt inevitable but left me feeling like I had lost something irreplaceable. Guilt wrapped around my heart, suffocating me, but I had no time to dwell on it. I had to return to my husband. “I don’t want him here anymore,” Evan thundered angrily. “He’s a child. What could he possibly want from you?” “Don’t mind him. I have nothing with him. It’s you I love.” Evan’s glare remained hard, his anger barely containe

Chapter 0033THE POINT OF NO RETURNEVAN,The only sound in the room was my own breathing—ragged, uneven. My fists curled and uncurled at my sides as I glared at Elena. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine, brimming with the same fear she always had. The same damn fear.I was sick of it.“I am so fucking tired of you always doing this,” I spat, pacing in front of her. My pulse pounded against my skull, rage curling through my veins like wildfire. “You lied to me. Again.”Ryan had been in our house the day she caught me with another woman. He had been texting her. They had to be involved in something.She flinched at the venom in my voice, but I didn’t care.“It’s not what you think, Evan," she whispered, desperate. "I love you. I would never leave you.”I barked out a laugh, stepping closer, cornering her against the wall. “How many times, Elena?” My voice dropped, dangerously low. “How many times are you going to make a fool out of me?”She shook her head, her lips trembling a

Chapter 0035 THE EDGE OF ESCAPE RYAN, The hospital loomed in the darkness, its cold, sterile walls bathed in dim yellow light. It stood quiet, almost lifeless, except for the occasional movement behind the glass. Security was heavier than expected—guards at the entrance, more stationed inside. Who needed this much security for a hospital? Someone trying to keep a secret. Someone trying to keep her hidden. I adjusted the janitor’s uniform, the fabric stiff and slightly loose around my frame. It smelled like sweat and bleach, but it would get me where I needed to go. I gripped the mop handle tighter, pushing the cleaning cart forward. My heart pounded with each step. Stay calm. Act like you belong. Inside, the corridors stretched long and empty, except for a few night-shift nurses walking briskly between rooms. The air was thick with antiseptic and something else—something heavier, like fear. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, casting eerie shadows along the walls. I s

CHAPTER 0037 NOWHERE TO RUN ELENA, Pain. It was the first thing I felt. A deep, searing ache that pulsed through my body, burrowing into my bones. Every nerve screamed in protest, dragging me between the suffocating grasp of unconsciousness and the cruel reality of wakefulness. There was no in-between, no escape—just raw, unrelenting agony. The air was stale, thick with the scent of old fabric and something sharper, more metallic. Blood. My blood. A dull, sticky warmth clung to my skin, and when I forced my eyes open, the ceiling above me came into view—stained yellow with water damage, cracks spreading across its surface like fractured veins. The room was small, suffocating. Shadows loomed in the corners, pressing in. The sheets beneath me were rough, grating against the raw wounds on my body, their touch a cruel reminder of everything I had survived. I tried to move. A white-hot pain slashed through my side, stealing my breath. A strangled whimper slipped past my lips befor

CHAPTER 0039 THE PRICE OF ESCAPE ELENA, The next few hours passed in a blur, a series of fragmented thoughts and rushed decisions. My body moved on autopilot, going through the motions of preparation, but my mind—my mind was far away. It kept circling back to one thing: the irreversible choice I’d made. A choice that would erase me from the lives of everyone I had ever known. A choice that would sever the last ties I had to a life before Evan. A life before Ryan. I felt the cold grip of fear tighten around my chest, but underneath it, there was something else—a flicker of hope. A desperate, fragile hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the only way out. Maybe if I disappeared, I could finally be free. Maybe I could start over, rebuild myself from the wreckage Evan had left behind. Ryan kept his promise. He was here, with me, and he had already made arrangements. The people he knew—the ones who could make me disappear—were meticulous. The plan was airtight. Every detail had been a