The Cold-Hearted CEO Chose His First Love Over Our Dying Son — Novel

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In a world where love and duty collide, a mother is forced to confront the unthinkable. After a devastating explosion leaves her son fighting for his life, Rose Fisher finds herself in a battle against not only time but the cold indifference of her husband, Leon Weiss. A bomb disposal expert with a heart seemingly frozen by professional detachment, Leon makes a horrific choice that will forever alter the course of their lives. As Rose clings to the remnants of her shattered family, she grapples with the haunting question: can a heart once betrayed ever truly heal?

With her son’s life hanging in the balance, Rose faces the ultimate betrayal—not just from Leon, but from the very love that once bound them together. As she navigates a world filled with grief and anger, the ghosts of their past loom large. Will she find a way to preserve her son’s legacy amidst the ashes of her broken marriage? Or will the choices made in moments of crisis tear them apart for good?

Secrets unravel, tensions flare, and the stakes soar as Rose fights not only for justice but for her own shattered heart. In a story where love can be both a sanctuary and a weapon, every decision could shatter what remains.

The Cold-Hearted CEO Chose His First Love Over Our Dying SonChapter 1

Inside the sealed warehouse, death ticked away in stereo.

My son and the golden retriever belonging to Claire Travis—my husband's "one that got away"—were strapped to separate time bombs.

My husband, Leon Weiss, the city's chief bomb disposal expert, could only save one.

I clawed at his arm, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Save David! He's your own flesh and blood!"

Leon's gaze flickered. For a fraction of a second, conflict warred behind his eyes.

Claire Travis wept, shaking her head as she looked at him. "Leon, A-Jin is the only thing my father left me... but you should save David..."

Leon slammed his fist against the wall. His eyes squeezed shut. A heavy breath escaped him.

"I'll choose based on proximity."

The blood drained from my face.

Claire's dog was three steps away.

My son was five meters deep in the shadows.

Leon didn't hesitate. He lunged toward the dog, fingers already working the decoder before his knees hit the ground.

"Leon!"

I screamed, charging at him, fueled by pure adrenaline. Without looking up, he backhanded me. The force sent me crashing to the concrete.