He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 02
I almost made a fool of myself by using the word divorce.Â
The truth was, our wedding had been a rushed, pathetic affair, and we had never actually signed the marriage license.Â
Garett didn’t even look up from Natasha’s ankle, assuming this was just another desperate play for attention. “Playing a new game, Vivian?”Â
“Realized you can’t use your son to guilt–trip me anymore, so now you’re resorting to threatening me with your own departure?”Â
A year ago, Andy was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. The hospital issued critical notices week after week. My boy had called him, crying, just wanting to see his father’s face one last time. But Garett never showed up, not even once.Â
To think that all this time, he believed I was manipulating a child’s illness to buy his affection. We had lived together for ten years, and this wasÂ
the depth of my character in his mind.Â
I swiped away a stray tear. “Believe whatever letsÂ
you sleep at night. I’m out.”Â
I grabbed my suitcase handle, but Natasha’sÂ
fragile voice echoed from the sofa. “Garett… IÂ
heard Vivian was supposed to take Andy to DisneyÂ
World. Did you break your promise to the boy justÂ
to see the snow mountains with me? No wonderÂ
she’s furious…”Â
Garett patted her hand, his voice softening into aÂ
gentle murmur. “It’s not your fault. Life requiresÂ
prioritizing. Disney World will always be there, butÂ
the snow melts if you wait too long.”Â
A cold scoff escaped my lips. I ignored them.Â
completely and dragged my suitcase toward theÂ
threshold.Â
Something about my utter silence finally rattledÂ
Garett’s composure. He lunged forward, grabbingÂ
my wrist with sudden fury. “It’s the middle of theÂ
night, Vivian! Do you have to-”Â
He froze as his eyes locked onto my red, violentlyÂ
swollen eyelids. For a fraction of a second, a flashÂ
of genuine panic–almost resembling heartbreak-Â
crossed his features.Â
“Is all this crying seriously over a canceled trip toÂ
Disney World?” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine.Â
Next month, I’ll have my secretary clear myÂ
schedule. I’ll personally take Andy for a wholeÂ
weekend. Satisfied?”Â
Next month?Â
Andy didn’t even have a next week, let alone a nextÂ
month. If Garett had spared even a fraction of aÂ
percent of his attention to his own flesh andÂ
blood, he wouldn’t be uttering such idiotic words.Â
I violently yanked my wrist from his grip. “NoÂ
need!”Â
Garett stared at his empty palm, entirely stunned.Â
He was used to me hovering around him like aÂ
shadow, clinging to his every word. He neverÂ
expected me to flinch away from his touch as if heÂ
were venomous.Â
As he stepped forward to chase after me, NatashaÂ
gently caught the hem of his jacket. “Garett, it’s allÂ
my fault. Even though we both know Andy loves toÂ
fake being sick for attention, I shouldn’t haveÂ
competed with a child for your time. Now VivianÂ
hates me…”Â
Fake… faking being sick?Â
My mind went entirely blank. Before my consciousÂ
brain could even register the motion, my palm hadÂ
already connected violently with Natasha’s face.

