My Husband Told Me To Go West And The Comments Said Don’t Chapter 02
Ten minutes. That’s all the drive was supposed to take.
Every second felt like an hour.
If the comments were lying to me, I’d fail Leo. And I’d fail my husband.
But while I was still hesitating, the truck had already eaten up miles of road.
There was no turning back now.
Unless Evan really had lied to me.
Otherwise, I’d regret this for the rest of my life.
But would he really lie to me?
I pulled up to the rockslide.
And there—wedged in the wreckage—I saw a small body.
“Leo? Is that you?!”
I sprinted toward the car.
It was flipped upside down. The car seat hung sideways, the child suspended upside down inside it. His face was covered in blood—so much that I couldn’t wipe it clean.
But the small red birthmark on his wrist.
That was my son. No question.
“M… Mom…”
A tiny voice croaked. Leo forced his blood-filled eyes open and gave me a weak smile, flashing his little teeth.
“Daddy kept his promise to Leo.”
“He really brought Mom.”
“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
Evan Roth had really lied to me.
I grabbed my gear from the truck, cut through the twisted frame, and pulled Leo out. I stopped the bleeding as fast as I could.
He lay in my arms, four years old, biting down hard as I wrapped wounds that went down to the bone. He didn’t cry. Didn’t even whimper.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and asked:
“Is Dad okay?”
“When Leo got stuck, a rock crushed Dad’s leg too.”
[Aw, Leo still believes in his dad…]
[Poor baby—your dad did try to get you help at first. But then he got a call from Serena…]
[He has no idea his father already decided to give up on him.]
I squeezed the gauze in my hand.
“Don’t worry about him…”
Leo blinked his big eyes.
“So… Dad’s okay?”
“Yeah.”
I lifted him into my arms.
“Dad’s fine.”
The moment I got back in the truck, Evan’s voice crackled through the earpiece:
“Babe, did you get Leo?”
His voice was tense. Eager.
I hesitated.
Evan had been driving Leo through this stretch when the rockslide hit. He’d crawled out of that wreckage himself. There was no way he didn’t know which road his own son was on.
Unless…
Unless he’d gotten it wrong?
After everything we’d been through, I needed to know for sure.
“Evan.”
My voice came out rough. “You’re sure it’s West Ridge?”
“I’m sure.”
His answer was immediate. Unflinching.
“I got hurt driving Leo through West Ridge. How could I not know where he is?”
“Why are you asking?”
His tone sharpened.
“Did you take the wrong road again?”
I gripped the wheel.
“No.”
Evan let out a long, shaky breath.
“What about Leo? How is he?”
“I got him out. Stopped the bleeding. Heading to the ER now.”
“Thank God…”
He sounded like all the strength had left his body.
I heard someone rush to steady him in the background.
“Mr. Roth, you’re injured yourself. You shouldn’t be monitoring the front lines like this.”
“Luna’s our best driver and rescuer,” another voice said. “And it’s her own kid she’s saving. You should trust her.”
“Exactly. You lost a lot of blood. Get some rest.”
Evan’s voice came back, weak but insistent:
“No. I can’t rest until I know my son is safe.”
“They say Luna has a perfect family. Now I really believe it.”
They were still talking, but I’d stopped listening.
The truck flew down the mountain road.
My hands were white-knuckled on the wheel.
My husband was ignoring his own injuries, hanging on every update from my side.
For another woman’s child.
I pressed my earpiece.
“Evan. I’m taking Leo to the hospital. Is there anyone else on the other road?”
