The Road He Didn't Take

"On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer.My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead.In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital.That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself.He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital.But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table."It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!"When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed.This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart.Yet, why had he still come to regret it?"