He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 09

He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 09

Garett Vance possessed immense corporate leverage; it took him less than twelve hours to secure the official laboratory results. Though in reality, the scientific data didn’t even matter 

anymore. 

Along with the genetic samples, I had left a few recent high–resolution photographs of Andy inside the pouch. In his final months, as the baby fat faded, Andy’s facial structure had sharpened into an exact, flawless mirror image of Garett’s 

features. No sane man could look at those photos and deny his own blood. 

When I unlocked the front door the next morning, Garett was slumped against the wall. 

The pristine billionaire looked as though he had aged a decade overnight. His jaw was covered in thick stubble, his eyes were violently bloodshot, 

and a carpet of discarded cigarette butts 

surrounded his leather shoes. 

“Vivian…” He lunged forward on his knees, his 

trembling fingers clutching the hem of my silk skirt as tears spilled down his face. “I didn’t know… I swear to God I didn’t know Andy was mine… I thought…” 

I looked down at his pathetic, weeping form, my 

chest completely devoid of any emotional 

resonance. “You thought he belonged to someone else? And your brilliant corporate mind didn’t think 

to run a simple, confidential laboratory test before 

condemning an innocent boy to death?” 

His shoulders shook violently with profound, 

agonizing remorse. “I was terrified… I was so 

terrified of what the data would show… I was 

terrified that if the results confirmed he belonged 

to Ethan, I would lose my mind…” 

“I was terrified you would run away with Ethan. So 

I chose to keep the secret buried, using the boy’s existence to keep you and the child locked by my 

side.” 

A mocking frown crossed my face. Terrified I 

would run away? What a spectacular joke. The 

entire world knew his heart belonged exclusively 

to Natasha. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Garett,” I whispered, 

my voice completely flat. The absolute truth and 

his grand performance of repentance couldn’t 

breach the heavy soil to bring my Andy back to 

life. 

“Vivian, please… please grant me your 

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forgiveness,” he sobbed, his voice cracking with a desperate, subhuman panic that perfectly 

mirrored my own despair from years ago. “I will 

grant you whatever you want–corporate shares, a 

lavish public wedding, or even my literal life… just 

don’t look at me like that…” 

I stared down at him. “I want my family’s original 

enterprise back.” 

A few nights ago, Andy had visited my dreams. He 

told me he didn’t want his mommy to waste away 

in a dark room; he wanted me to live a grand, 

brilliant life and explore the vast world for him. So 

I had chosen to step out of the shadows. 

Garett froze, entirely caught off guard by my 

demand. But a second later, he nodded frantically, 

agreeing to surrender his corporate leverage.