He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 13

He Chased His First Love Through the Snow-and Lost Me Chapter 13

Garett stood frozen to the spot, completely paralyzed by the reality that I had chosen Ethan over him. Ethan ignored him completely and carried me out of the ballroom straight to the 

hospital to dress my wounds. 

Following that historic gala, Natasha became the ultimate laughingstock of the entire elite circle. 

The facial lacerations from the crystal shards 

were far too severe, permanently ruining her 

aesthetics and ending her career in the 

entertainment industry. 

Garett, meanwhile, lost his mind. Every single 

night, his luxury sedan would park outside my apartment complex, remaining there from dusk 

until dawn. I never granted him a single audience. 

Even when our paths crossed at commercial 

functions, I treated him like invisible static. He 

would rush forward to initiate a conversation, and 

I would walk straight past him. Whenever he sent 

lucrative joint–venture projects to my enterprise as 

a peace offering, I accepted the profit without a 

single word of appreciation. 

One evening, heavily intoxicated, he managed to 

bypass security and burst into my executive suite. 

He had lost an immense amount of weight, his signature arrogance completely hollowed out. 

“Vivian… I’m so sorry…” he sobbed, his shoulders. shaking. “I’ve cut off every single resource to Natasha. I’ve blacklisted her permanently. I will never speak to her again…” 

I had heard rumors that Natasha was facing bankruptcy due to massive contract termination penalties. Whether Garett did it out of genuine malice or as a performance for my benefit, I didn’t 

care. 

“Your domestic disputes have absolutely nothing to do with me, Garett,” I replied, not looking up from my laptop. “I don’t care what happens to her, and I care even less about what happens to you.” 

His eyes filled with pure, subhuman desperation. as tears poured down his face. “Are you truly abandoning me? Please don’t vanish from my life… tell me what I need to perform to earn your forgiveness… just tell me…” 

I stood up, staring right into his hollow eyes. “We are a physical impossibility, Garett. Every single time my eyes look at your face, I see the ghost of my dying Andy hooked up to that ventilator! If you want my forgiveness, go ahead and bring my boy 

back from the dead!” 

The last light of hope vanished from his pupils. He 

collapsed onto my desk, weeping hysterically like 

a broken child. 

I let out an irritated sigh. “If you want to perform a 

tragedy, do it outside. Your noise is entirely 

disrupting my work.” 

His expression looked deeply wounded. “If I move 

further away… will you promise not to find me 

annoying?” 

From that day on, he stopped invading my 

personal space. However, in the commercial 

market, his conglomerate repeatedly surrendered 

massive profit margins to my enterprise. Whether it was fueled by guilt or compensation, I accepted. 

every single cent without hesitation. 

While I chose not to relocate my corporate headquarters entirely, my enterprise rapidly expanded its international holdings, and over the next few years, my primary lifestyle shifted 

abroad. 

During a corporate dinner in London, Garett suddenly materialized before our table. He pointed a trembling, white–knuckled finger at 

Ethan, who was sitting across from me. “Why… why are you still traveling with him?” 

Ethan let out an amused chuckle, swirling his wine. “What does my personal schedule have to do with an ex–fiancé, Mr. Vance?” 

Garett ignored him, staring at me, demanding a 

verbal closure. My head began to throb from the 

sheer annoyance. 

I pulled a heavy, cream–colored card from my designer bag and slid it across the white tablecloth. “Our wedding is next month. You are welcome to attend if you want a piece of cake.” 

Garett stared at the silver embossed lettering, tears instantly spilling over his eyelids. “You’re 

marrying him? What about us? We held a wedding ceremony too… what did our ten years even mean 

to you…?” 

To think he actually had the audacity to bring up 

that pathetic, secret makeshift ceremony. It was 

so insignificant it hadn’t left a single footprint in 

my memory. 

Ethan offered a charming, razor–sharp smirk. “Consider yourself an embarrassing, unregistrable starter pack, buddy. Step aside.” 

Throughout the years, Garett had convinced himself that I was simply throwing a lifelong 

tantrum, that my love for him was an immutable 

law of nature and all it took was enough time for 

me to return to his side. 

It wasn’t until next month, when he stood in the 

back of a historic cathedral, watching me glide 

down the aisle in a spectacular custom bridal 

gown to place my hand inside Ethan’s, that reality 

finally shattered his delusion. I was never looking back. No matter how many miles he crawled on 

his knees, I would never grant him another glance. 

I looked into Ethan’s eyes, offering him a playful, 

bright smile. “Please take proper care of me for the rest of our lives, Mr. Sterling.” 

The usually unbothered, arrogant billionaire 

suddenly developed bright red rims around his 

eyes. He slid the platinum band onto my finger, his 

voice thick with intense emotion. “You finally granted me your full attention, Vivian. You belong 

to me.” 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into 

his chest as he tried to stabilize his erratic 

breathing. “Yes, yes. I’m yours. Entirely yours.”