He Abandoned Me On Snowy Mountain Chapter 09

He Abandoned Me On Snowy Mountain Chapter 09

Ethan didn’t end up dying in the ICU.

Two weeks later, dragging his barely recovered body, he intercepted me in my apartment’s underground

parking lot.

He was shockingly gaunt, enveloped in an oversized trench coat that looked ready to swallow him whole.

The moment my car stopped, he stumbled forward, throwing himself directly in front of the hood.

I opened the door, my expression icy.

“If you’re looking for a payout, Mr. Sterling, there are cameras everywhere.”

Ethan didn’t say a word. He just stared at me, his knees suddenly buckling as he dropped heavily onto the

concrete floor.

“Hazel, please…”

He looked up, tears tracking down the hollows of his cheeks.

“I know I messed up. I’ve spent every single day of these past three years regretting it, living in pure hell.”

“If you just forgive me, I’ll do anything. I’ll even die.”

Watching him grovel on the ground, my heart didn’t even skip a beat.

“Anything? I arched an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he nodded frantically.

“Fine.” I pointed toward a black SUV parked nearby.

It was the exact same model as the one from that day, something Brooks had tracked down specifically to help me overcome my trauma.

“Get in.”

Ethan blinked in confusion, but he scrambled up and obediently climbed into the passenger seat.

I got behind the wheel, fired up the engine, and slammed on the gas, roaring out of the garage.

I drove us all the way to the outskirts of the city, stopping at an abandoned rock quarry.

The terrain was treacherous, bordered by a sheer drop into a pit dozens of feet deep.

I slammed the brakes right at the edge, leaving the front wheels practically hanging in midair.

Ethan’s face went completely white. He clutched his seatbelt, his breathing turning shallow and frantic,

“Hazel, what are you…”

Ignoring him, I reached into the console, grabbed an emergency escape hammer, and shattered the

passenger window with a heavy blow.

The sound of fracturing glass blasted through the cabin.

Freezing air rushed inside instantly.

“Get out,” I commanded coldly.

Ethan shook as he unbuckled his seatbelt, practically scrambling and rolling out of the vehicle.

He stood on the solid ground, looking back at me in sheer terror.

I sat calmly in the driver’s seat, staring out at him.

“Ethan, three years ago in the Rockies, the car was hanging off the cliff exactly like this.”

“My leg was pinned, blood was running into my eyes, and I didn’t even have the strength to scream your

name.”

“And you stood in a safe spot, just like you are right now, and walked away without looking back.”

Ethan buried his face in his hands, letting out a shattered, desperate wail.

“I’m sorry… Hazel, I’m so sorry…”

I pushed the door open and stepped out onto the gravel.

“Save your apologies, because I have absolutely no intention of ever forgiving you.”

“You’re not kneeling here today because you love me so much. You’re doing it because you can’t live with the reality of how selfish and cold-blooded you truly are.”

“You’re bowing down to your own guilt, Ethan. Not to me.”

Every single word pierced his deepest wounds, tearing away the very last shred of his dignity.

Ethan collapsed entirely onto the ground, sobbing violently.

I turned around, walking toward another car waiting by the roadside without looking back.

Brooks was leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette. He tossed the butt aside as I approached.

“All taken care of?”

“Yeah.” I opened the door. “Let’s go back to the city.”

In the rearview mirror, Ethan remained kneeling at the edge of the pit, motionless.

That was the life sentence he had handed himself.

As for me, I had finally broken free from his prison.