He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 10

He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 10

The truth was, Garett had harbored a deep, toxic 

resentment toward my mother and me for a 

decade. 

He believed that when my parents divorced, our 

family had chosen to keep him around solely to 

act as a corporate slave to salvage our failing family business. In his twisted mind, he was just a stray dog my mother threw scraps to, eventually 

using a forced marriage to chain him to our family 

asset permanently. 

But reality was far more tragic. When our parents. separated, my biological father had stripped the 

estate bare to fund his life abroad, completely 

abandoning Garett on the streets. It was my 

mother who had fought to keep him fed and 

clothed. 

Garett possessed an undeniable, brilliant commercial intellect. That was the precise reason my mother had trusted him to take over our legacy. Under his direction, our small family 

company expanded into a massive corporate juggernaut. 

Later, when the powerful Vance family officially reclaimed him as their legitimate heir, he 

systematically merged our family business into 

the Vance conglomerate. Back then, believing we 

were a unified family, I saw no issue with him 

managing the assets. But now that the illusion 

was shattered, it was time for a financial 

reckoning. 

Separating two massive corporate entities was an incredibly messy financial operation. For the next 

two weeks, I spent every single day inside Garett’s 

executive suite, analyzing spreadsheets. Years 

ago, I couldn’t even pass the front security desk. 

without his written permission; now, I moved 

through his office like a ghost. 

Garett quietly signaled his assistant to place a 

gourmet lunch tray on the mahogany desk, his voice soft. “Eat something before you continue, 

Vivian. There’s no rush.” 

I didn’t look up from the financial ledger. “The 

sooner the separation is finalized, the better. I have no intention of lingering around your space.” 

His entire frame stiffened. “There’s really no need 

to extract the asset completely. Leaving it merged 

ensures you receive massive quarterly dividends 

without lifting a finger. Wouldn’t that be easier?” 

“No, thank you, Mr. Vance. I appreciate your 

stewardship over the years, but I prefer total 

separation.” 

A broken, tragic smile crossed his lips. “Vivian… 

it’s been so many years since you last called me 

brother.” 

I slowly raised my eyes to look at him. 

I still remembered the day of our high school 

prom. I had spent weeks writing a delicate love 

letter, preparing to confess my devotion. I had 

clutched his sleeve, my heart racing as I 

whispered, “Big bro… I have something to tell you.” 

But Garett, having already deduced my feelings, 

cut me off with total disgust, “Don’t ever call me 

that again. It makes me feel utterly nauseous.” 

The love letter remained crumpled in my palm, 

never to be sent. From that exact second, the 

word ‘brother‘ was permanently erased from my 

vocabulary. 

Snapping back to the present, I looked at his 

devastated expression. “Don’t ever call me Vivian 

again. It makes me feel utterly nauseous.” 

Garett’s face went entirely pale as his own 

historical cruelty was thrown back at him. Before 

he could speak, the heavy office doors were 

suddenly pushed open. 

It was Natasha. “Garett, aren’t you supposed to 

escort me to the gala? Why are you still-” She 

froze as her eyes caught me sitting at the desk. 

Garett immediately looked at my expression, his 

eyes filled with anxiety. I ignored her completely. 

and picked up my fork. 

Garett’s brow furrowed into a deep, irritated scowl 

as he glared at Natasha. “Why are you here?” 

Natasha’s perfect smile cracked slightly. “Well… 

because you’ve been blacklisting my personal 

number for the past two weeks…” 

It was true. Over the past fortnight, whenever 

Natasha’s contact flashed on his screen, Garett 

would deliberately press the disconnect button 

right in front of my face. 

Garett pinched the bridge of his nose with deep 

exhaustion. “I’m in the middle of an executive 

restructure. Return to your apartment. I will 

contact you when I have time.” 

Instead of leaving, Natasha walked straight over 

and slid into the leather chair right next to Garett, 

picking up a spare set of utensils. “I happen to be 

quite hungry as well. Let’s enjoy lunch together. 

My dear sister won’t mind a little company, will 

she?” The malice in her eyes was barely masked; 

Garett’s recent cold shoulder had clearly made her 

desperate. 

I laid my fork down flat. “Actually, I mind 

immensely. The sight is entirely ruining my 

appetite.” 

Natasha’s delicate facade fractured completely, 

her eyes turning watery as she looked at Garett for 

support. “Garett… it seems my presence is 

unwelcome here.” She fully expected him to put 

me in my place. 

Instead, Garett simply nodded flatly. “Then I will 

have my assistant escort you out immediately.” 

The moment the doors sealed shut behind a 

stunned Natasha, Garett rushed over to my side, 

frantic to explain. “Vivian, there is absolutely 

nothing between us! The only reason I provided 

her with lifestyle assets over the years was 

because she claimed she was the one who 

convinced our parents to rescue me from the 

riverbanks when we were children…” 

I froze, a cold shock rippling through my chest. 

She claimed she saved him? 

Garett clutched my hand, his eyes burning with intense devotion. “As long as you say the word, I will utilize the upcoming Vance corporate gala to officially announce our formal wedding to the 

public.” 

“Vivian, please grant your brother one final 

chance,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Let 

me remarry you. I will provide you with the most 

spectacular, historic celebration this city has ever 

seen.” 

I calmly pulled my hand from his grip. “No.” 

What’s dead is dead. Between us lay the silent 

ghost of my Andy; I could never forgive him.