The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 759

Joshua’s dark eyes narrowed as he watched the woman’s profile, her face intent and determined. For a brief, inexplicable moment, he felt strangely distant, as if reality had slipped sideways.

All around them, the flames leapt higher, crackling hungrily. Stella choked, coughing hard as the smoke thickened.

Suddenly Joshua broke the silence.

“Just give up. If you don’t leave now, you’ll die too.”

Firelight danced across his features, sharpening every angle of his striking face. Despite the wreck, he looked nothing like a man who’d just survived a crash—if anything, the chaos only made him seem more composed.

Stella paused for half a second before snapping, “Stop wasting breath and distracting me. I need to focus.”

Yet in the end, it wasn’t her focus that slipped—it was his.

The blaze surged, eating away at the twisted metal. Stella’s movements grew frantic, her eyes reddening with anxiety. Blood streamed down her hand, the gash widening as she wrestled with the seatbelt, but her determination never faltered. It was as if she’d already decided: if she couldn’t pull Joshua out, she was staying here to die with him.

All at once, the seatbelt snapped.

For a second, Stella froze, caught off guard.

“The seatbelt’s loose,” Joshua said, pushing against the warped door. “What are you waiting for? Move! The car’s going to blow!”

They’d barely made it five yards before a deafening explosion split the night. The burning car behind them erupted, a fiery blast lighting up the darkness.

Stella went pale. Only now, safe but shaking, did the terror crash in. Her heart thundered in her chest; her breath came in ragged gasps.

Thirty seconds slower, and both of them would’ve been dead.

After dragging Joshua to a safe distance, Stella doubled over, gulping for air. She stayed that way for a while, letting the panic drain away until she could finally breathe. When she looked over, Joshua’s white shirt was soaked through with blood, deep crimson spreading across the fabric. She couldn’t tell how badly he was hurt.

Both their phones had been lost in the wreck—no way to call for help. The road here was deserted; not a single car had passed in all this time. Finding help would be nearly impossible.