Roping The Cowgirl's Heart

Chapter 19

Savannah

I gripped the steering wheel tightly. As I steered the truck down the winding mountain road, my mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Betrayal, heartbreak, anger... They all swirled inside me, making it hard to focus on the road ahead.

How could Wyatt have kept this from me? The thought of him having a child with another woman, and not telling me. It cut me deeper than I ever imagined possible. I felt utterly blindsided like the ground had been pulled out from under me.

I needed to get away from it all, so I decided to drive up to my father's old cabin in the mountains. The cabin has always been a sanctuary for me, a refuge where I could find solace and clarity. And right now, that's exactly what I need.

As I pulled into the small gas station. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose myself before heading inside. I knew I needed to refuel the truck and grab a few supplies. But the thought of facing the outside world right now made my stomach turn.

Steeling my nerves, I climbed out of the truck and made my way to the gas pump. As I filled up the tank, my gaze was drawn to the newspaper rack nearby. The bold headline of the Clydesville Press immediately caught my eye. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and grabbed a copy.

My hands tightened as I unfolded the paper, and my eyes scanned the article once again. The words blurred together. The details of Wyatt's alleged relationship with Amber Summer and the paternity dispute. It felt like a dagger to my heart.

I can't believe this was happening. Just when I thought I had a chance to finally be happy with Wyatt. To rebuild what we had lost, the world came crashing down around me. A part of me wanted to crumple up the newspaper and toss it aside, to pretend like none of this was real.

But I can't. I need to face this head-on, to understand the full scope of what Wyatt has been hiding from me. With a heavy sigh, I tuck the newspaper under my arm and head inside the gas station to grab a few supplies.

The clerk eyed me warily as I approached the counter. I couldn't help but wonder if he's heard the news and is sizing me up. But of course not. He doesn't even know me. I do my best to ignore his curious gaze as I gather a few snacks and a bottle of water. I quickly paid for my items and headed back out to the truck.

Once I'm back behind the wheel, I take another look at the newspaper, my eyes tracing over the words once more. The article is vague on the details. Leaving more questions than answers, and I can't help but feel frustrated.

What exactly is the nature of Wyatt's relationship with Amber Summer? How long has this been going on? And most importantly, is he really the father of her child? Not knowing is driving me mad. And I find myself desperate to get to the cabin, to have some time and space to process all of this.

With a deep breath, I start the engine and pull back onto the road. My fingers drummed anxiously against the steering wheel as the miles passed by. The further I get from the ranch, the more my racing thoughts begin to slow.

As the familiar landmarks come into view, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The old cabin, nestled in the heart of the mountains, has always been a place where I can find peace and clarity. And right now, that's exactly what I need.

Pulling up to the cabin. I quickly gather my supplies and head inside, the familiar scent of pine bringing me comfort. I set the newspaper down on the kitchen table, a part of me not quite ready to delve back into the details just yet.

Instead, I busied myself with unpacking the few items I'd grabbed. Taking the time to tidy up the cabin and make myself some tea and something to eat. I sank onto the worn leather couch, clutching a steaming mug of tea. I finally allowed myself to truly reflect on everything that had happened.