He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 12

He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 12

A wave of sharp panic washed over her features, 

but she quickly suppressed it, letting out a sharp, 

mocking laugh. 

“Fine! I lied to him! So what?” she whispered, leaning in close. “Go ahead and tell him the truth, Vivian. Let’s see if the great billionaire believes his beloved childhood sweetheart or a desperate 

substitute like you.” 

“Your precious mother is dead, and our wealthy father will always forge alibis for me. You have absolutely no evidence.” 

She truly believed she had me backed into a corner due to a lack of physical proof. I simply 

offered her a noncommittal smile. 

The truth was, I had absolutely no intention of participating in their toxic drama anymore. They deserved to remain chained together in their own. 

hell. My focus tonight was purely corporate 

restructuring. 

Right then, Garett’s voice echoed across the ballroom microphone as he stepped onto the grand stage. “Thank you all for attending the Vance conglomerate’s annual gala. Tonight, 

besides our market updates, I have a monumental personal milestone to share.” 

He looked across the sea of tuxedos, his eyes 

locking onto me with profound, intense devotion. 

“Regarding my upcoming marriage…” 

Natasha realized her time was running out. Her 

fingers violently clamped around my arm. “Let’s 

find out who Garett runs to when we are both 

broken, sister.” 

Before I could react, she forcefully dragged my 

frame forward, throwing both of us directly into 

the towering champagne glass pyramid. 

The sound of shattering crystal echoed through 

the ballroom as hundreds of flutes crashed onto 

the marble tile. We both tumbled into the jagged shards, the sharp glass tearing through our 

evening gowns and slicing deep cuts into our skin. 

Natasha immediately let out a loud, beautiful wail 

of pain. 

Garett charged through the crowd like a bullet, throwing himself onto the floor to hoist Natasha into his arms. “What happened?!” 

Natasha clutched her bleeding arm, sobbing 

delicately into his chest. “Please don’t blame 

Vivian, Garett… I’m sure she’s just entirely 

devastated by the loss of her son…” 

My leg had been deeply sliced by a massive shard, 

pinning me to the floor. Hearing her weaponize my 

boy’s death, a cold fury consumed my mind. I 

grabbed a jagged piece of crystal from the floor 

and hurled it straight at her face. 

Garett lunged forward, using his own arm to shield. 

her from the shard, turning back to roar at me in 

pure fury. “Enough, Vivian! I know you are 

mourning, but is that a valid excuse to unleash 

your psychotic malice on Natasha?!” 

A few fragile whispers from her lips, and he was 

completely manipulated once again. Natasha 

peered over his shoulder, shooting me a 

triumphant, mocking grin that said, See? One tear, 

and he belongs to me. 

Instead of exploding in rage, a brilliant, cold smile 

spread across my face. I raised my smartphone. 

The moment the screen lit up, every drop of color 

drained from Natasha’s face. I dialed the volume 

to the absolute maximum, ensuring the 

high–powered microphone on my collar 

broadcasted the audio across the ballroom 

speakers. 

Natasha’s arrogant, unhinged voice boomed 

through the hall, “Fine! I lied to him! So what? Go 

ahead and tell him… let’s find out who Garett runs 

to when we are both broken, sister.” 

The silence in the ballroom was absolute. Garett’s 

expression shifted through a spectacular, 

horrifying sequence of shock, confusion, and 

realization. 

Natasha scrambled forward like a rabid animal, 

trying to claw the phone from my hand. “Vivian! 

You set me up?!” 

I easily dodged her reach. “You left me with 

absolutely no alternative, didn’t you?” 

Garett finally processed the reality of her 

deception. With a look of utter revulsion, he 

violently threw her off his body. 

Natasha lost her balance, her face falling straight 

onto the carpet of jagged crystal shards, a 

blood–curdling scream piercing the air. The elite 

guests began to point and whisper in disgust. 

Ignoring the bleeding lacerations across her skin, 

she crawled forward to clutch Garett’s leather 

shoes. “It’s not like that, Garett! Please let me 

explain! I only lied because my love for you was 

too intense… I was so terrified of losing you after 

they all chose Vivian…” 

Garett didn’t grant her a single ounce of mercy, 

delivering a brutal kick that sent her flying back 

into the glass shards, doubling her injuries. The 

entire narrative had collapsed beyond her control. 

“You swore you would protect me for the rest of 

your life, Garett!” she shrieked hysterically. “How 

can you treat me like this?!” 

Garett slowly lowered his gaze to her ruined face. 

“The sole foundation of my protection was the 

belief that you saved my life. But the person who 

pulled me from that freezing river was never you.” 

He turned his back on her permanently, stepping 

over the shattered crystal to kneel before me, his 

hands trembling as he reached out to hoist me up. 

“I’m so sorry, Vivian… are you alright…” 

I violently smacked his hands away before they 

could brush my skin. “Keep your filthy hands off 

me!” 

This final incident only cemented what I already 

knew: the man before me was entirely empty. Before he could beg, a powerful arm suddenly intervened, shoving Garett back with immense 

force. 

Before I could process the shift, a warm, familiar jacket was draped over my shoulders, and a pair of strong arms hoisted me off the glass. 

It was Ethan. He looked down at me with his signature, charming smirk. “Look at you, all grown up and still letting yourself get pushed around. Why do you always look so miserable when I’m 

not around?” 

That single sentence shattered the last of my emotional dam, and tears finally spilled down my 

cheeks. 

Garett lunged forward to block his path, his eyes 

wild with jealousy. “You have absolutely no right to 

hold Vivian! Put her down!” 

Ethan slowly turned his head, a cold, mocking grin. 

on his lips. “I have no right? And a bastard who 

lets his wife bleed on the floor does?” 

I looked at Garett, my voice dripping with absolute 

exhaustion. “Get out of my sight, Garett. Leave.”