My Husband Told Me To Go West And The Comments Said Don’t Chapter 01
The mountain road had collapsed. My son—Leo was trapped.
I was the only rescue driver who could get a vehicle up that stretch.
Evan Roth, my husband—the only one who knew where our son was—screamed through the phone, his voice shredding:
“West Ridge! Our son is on West Ridge!”
I wrenched the wheel without a second thought.
Then I saw it—comments scrolling across my vision:
[Damn, she still doesn’t know she’s being played.]
[The kid trapped on West Ridge is her husband’s first love’s son! If she goes to West Ridge, her own son will die on East Ridge waiting for rescue that never comes.]
[She’ll save someone else’s kid, then her husband will report her for deliberately misdirecting the rescue. She’ll think she misheard him and jump off a building.]
[He’ll marry his first love. That kid she saved will grow up just fine—Ivy League, millions a year.]
I stared blankly at the comments floating before my eyes.
My husband’s voice crackled through the phone, still screaming “West Ridge.”
I hesitated.
Then I yanked the wheel hard the other way.
The truck tore onto East Ridge.
The comments flickered again:
[Holy shit! She changed course!]
[Wait, can she actually see us?!]
[Yes! Now Leo’s gonna make it!]
[Keep going, girl! Leo’s running out of time!]
My fingers locked around the steering wheel.
My husband’s voice buzzed in my earpiece, growing more frantic by the second:
“Babe, are you on your way?”
I paused. “Yeah.”
“Definitely West Ridge, right? Leo’s vitals are crashing—there’s no room for error.”
I hesitated.
He caught it immediately.
“Did you take the wrong turn?”
“I…”
“Luna, Leo doesn’t have much time! If you went the wrong way, turn around now—there’s still a chance! Any later and he’s dead!”
Evan never lost his cool.
Except this time.
His voice cracked over the line, nearly breaking:
“Babe… please save him. He’s all we have.”
Suddenly, I wavered.
Leo was our miracle child—the one we’d tried so hard for.
And Evan? He was more devoted to that boy than I was. He personally vetted every can of formula. Hired a private pediatric nutritionist for every meal. Even set up a college savings fund, mapped out all the way to Leo’s eighteenth birthday.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
How could I, even for a second, doubt the man I’d known for ten years?
How could I trust these bizarre floating comments instead?
I took a deep breath.
And wrenched the wheel back.
[Are you insane?!]
[If you go back now, Leo is done for!]
[Just push through—he can still be saved!]
[Shit, did he say something to her?]
[Don’t let that man manipulate you! He’d do anything for his first love’s kid!]
[Even if it means sacrificing his own son!]
[This is it—she’s gonna take the blame and jump.]
[She still doesn’t know the two boys were born on the same day. He’s been putting money aside for the other kid all along.]
I slammed the brakes.
Evan Roth had been saving money for his first love’s son?
The comments raced across my vision:
[She doesn’t even know that on the day she gave birth, he wasn’t stuck at work—he was with his first love, whose husband had just died.]
[Isn’t it ironic? He swore he’d never look back after she dumped him. Then she showed up pregnant, got on her knees crying, and he folded.]
[He picked out formula for that kid. Hired a nutritionist. Set up a college fund too.]
[And poor, clueless Luna—he’d bring home whatever that kid didn’t eat and give it to Leo, and she thought Evan had picked it out just for their son.]
This couldn’t be true…
“Babe, are you almost there?”
Evan’s voice trembled through the earpiece.
If… if that tremor was for someone else’s son…
Then what did Leo and I even mean to him?
But then again…
What if all these comments were just in my head?
Evan and I had ten years together.
Two voices screamed at me—one in my ears, one in my head.
I closed my eyes, drew a sharp breath, and yanked the wheel one last time.
