He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 08

He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 08

I froze, my chest heaving violently as I spun my head back to look at him in sheer horror. 

“That man’s child?” 

Garett was the first and only man to ever touch my body. On the night of our rushed wedding 

ceremony, Natasha had suddenly flown back into the country. Garett had returned to the villa entirely intoxicated, sobbing into my shoulder and begging me not to leave him, and we had spent a wild, unbridled night together. 

The next morning, the alcohol wore off, and reality set in. He looked at the crimson marks on the sheets with absolute disgust. “You knew exactly how much I loved Natasha, yet you still used my intoxication to crawl into my bed.” 

A month later, Andy was conceived. Garett resented the pregnancy, believing I was using a fetus to secure my position. That was why he withheld his fatherly affection. 

But the truth was far more grotesque. He didn’t just hate Andy because of me–he genuinely believed our son belonged to another man. 

An amused, completely hysterical laugh broke 

from my throat. I stared at Garett. “Tell me, Garett. 

Whose child do you think he was?” 

His face darkened, and he slammed the soup 

bowl heavily onto the bedside table. “You know 

exactly whose name belongs on that birth 

certificate. I have no intention of arguing with a 

liar.” 

Before I could demand an answer, his phone 

buzzed with a call from Natasha, and he swept 

out of the room without another word. 

I refused to remain in that hospital room–that 

was the exact environment where Andy had drawn 

his last breath in my arms. I checked myself out and returned to my apartment. The moment I switched on my phone, a dozen missed call 

notifications from Garett flooded the screen. No 

wonder he had managed to track me down. 

In the dead of night, a violent pounding rattled my 

front door. 

It was Garett, his eyes wild with anxiety. Seeing 

me standing safely on the other side of the 

threshold, a heavy sigh of relief escaped his lips. 

“Why the hell did you run away? Do you have any 

idea how fragile your vitals are right now?” 

“What does my health have to do with you?” I 

replied, my voice dripping with ice. “We are entirely through.” 

Garett pressed his lips together, his tone shifting into a desperate plea. “Vivian… I admit I handled the situation with Andy poorly. Stop throwing a tantrum, alright?” 

“Now that he’s gone… we can focus on having our own children in the future.” 

Our own children? No one in the universe could ever replace my Andy. 

I stared at him coldly. “Answer my question from the hospital, Garett. Who did you think fathered my boy?” 

“Do you seriously want me to speak the name out loud?!” he snapped, his control fracturing as he lunged forward, grabbing my wrists and slamming 

my spine against the doorframe. “If he wasn’t 

Ethan’s bastard, whose could he possibly be?!” 

Ethan? 

What did my childhood friend have to do with this? While Ethan and I grew up in the same 

neighborhood, the moment Garett entered our 

household, I had completely severed ties with all 

other boys to focus entirely on him. 

The only reason I had reconnected with Ethan was during my emergency car crash surgery–with 

Garett refusing to show up, Ethan was the only acquaintance available to step in and save my life. We had absolutely no boundaries crossed. 

“What gave you the right to spin such a disgusting lie, Garett?” 

“The morning after our wedding ceremony, you went straight to the Eclipse Lounge, didn’t you?” Garett let out a harsh, bitter laugh. 

I racked my brain. That morning, entirely devastated by Garett’s cruel words about me being a cheap substitute, I had gone to a private lounge to drown my sorrows. A group of toxic men had tried to harass me, and Ethan, who happened to be hosting a corporate event there, stepped in to drive them away and personally escorted me back to my apartment. 

Garett’s eyes flashed with venom. “Natasha 

personally saw you entering a private VIP suite 

with him, and saw the two of you leaving together 

in his vehicle.” 

So it was Natasha’s whisper. That explained 

everything. 

His grip tightened around my wrists until the bone 

ached. “We had just held our wedding the day 

before, Vivian, and you couldn’t even wait 

twenty–four hours to display your infidelity? You 

wanted my status, yet you kept a lover on the 

side? And to think for a second I actually 

believed…” 

Whatever he believed, I didn’t care to hear. 

I violently threw his hands off my body. “So based 

on a single whisper from Natasha, you concluded 

my boy wasn’t yours?” 

“Can you look me in the eye and say he resembled 

me in any metric?!” 

Infants change features rapidly as they grow. I had no idea how his warped mind could look at a baby and see a stranger’s face. 

Without a word, I walked into my bedroom, retrieved a small velvet pouch containing Andy’s old toothbrush and a lock of hair preserved before his chemotherapy sessions, and hurled it at his 

chest. 

“Take it to a laboratory and run the DNA yourself.” 

Exhausted to my very bones, I slammed the heavy 

oak door shut, locking him out in the cold corridor.