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Love You Again When the Snow Returns

Once the golden couple of their high school, Natalie Underwood and Damian Abbott shared a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, Natalie shattered their marriage vow by leaving Damian for a wealthy scion. During a desperate pursuit to win her back, Damian suffered a catastrophic car accident. Despite his critical injuries and need for a kidney transplant, Natalie ignored his dying pleas. Now a powerful man, Damian's once-profound love has curdled into a relentless, burning hatred.
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Chapter 1

Natalie Underwood and Damian Abbott were high school sweethearts. Both of them were the most good-looking students back in high school, and when they began dating, they were the most well-known golden couple on campus.

There was once when they had made a vow to get married once they reached the legal age to do so. But just when their love for each other reached its peak, Natalie suddenly broke up with Damian before leaving the country with a rich scion.

On the day of their break-up, Damian chased after Natalie for a very long time with red-rimmed eyes.

To think that a young man as prideful as him kept begging her not to break up with him. He kept promising her that he would be successful one day.

Damian begged Natalie not to act so rashly. He pleaded with her to wait for him and not to fall in love with someone else.

But Natalie remained cold and aloof to him. She didn't even want to waste her breath on him. Heck, when she witnessed him getting into a car accident during his pursuit, she didn't bother returning to him.

It was an extremely serious car crash. Damian's kidney was completely ruptured. He needed a kidney transplant in order to survive.

Although he was lying on the surgical table while drenched in his own blood, he insisted on getting up so that he could call Natalie on the phone.

But the calls that he had mustered all of his strength to place ended up getting hung up by Natalie repeatedly.

For as deep as Damian's love for Natalie ran, hatred could run just as deep. From that day onward, Damien had nothing but burning hatred for Natalie.

"Officer Natalie Underwood, are you sure that you want to reinstate your father, the late Officer Donald Underwood's, police badge number and become an undercover police officer?"

Natalie nodded solemnly with the national emblem as her witness.

"Yes, I'm sure."

The first and most important thing about being an undercover police officer meant erasing all traces of her life in the past. In other words, the person named "Natalie Underwood" would soon cease to exist in this world.

Therefore, Natalie's death would be faked, and she would soon be living under another name and alias altogether.

Natalie then came home from the police station. However, before she'd even made her way to the bedroom, she could already hear another woman's soft voice coming from inside.

She stared blankly at the wide-open door, mentally counting how many women her husband, Damian Abbott, had brought home ever since they got married.

Over the past three years, he would always bring home one woman who looked like Natalie every single night and leave the door wide open whilst he slept with them right under her nose. It was his form of "revenge" for her abandoning him years ago.

However, this time, after hearing the familiar voice coming from inside the bedroom, Natalie was still as stunned as ever.

While she was still in her daze, the two inside the bedroom had just climaxed. Damian then came out with a towel around his waist and looked at Natalie with cold eyes.

"You're back just in time. We've run out of condoms. Go out and buy a few more boxes of them."

Then, he grabbed a thick stack of cash from a nearby drawer and flung it in her face.

"You can keep the change as your tip. You love money, don't you?"

Natalie's face stung from being slapped with the cash, but she didn't bend down to pick up the bills. Instead, she looked at him with reddened eyes.

"You've slept with plenty of other women over the years. Why did you have to sleep with Cheryl? Why didn't you spare her?"

Sure, he could sleep with random strangers if he wanted to, but why did he have to sleep with Cheryl Garcia, her best friend? He knew very well who she was to Natalie!

Damian's eyes gleamed coldly. He sneered and said, "Well, did you think about sparing me years ago?"

Natalie felt her heart squeezing in her chest. Memories from the past instantly flooded her mind.

She and Damian had been dating since they were in high school. They were the best-looking couple in school, and they were quite well-known on campus back then.

They had promised each other that they would get married as soon as they were of legal age. However, at the height of their relationship, Natalie suddenly broke up with him and went abroad with a rich heir instead.

Damian had chased after her with red-rimmed eyes for a long time the day she broke up with him.

He had always been a proud and arrogant person, but there he was, chasing after her and begging her not to break up with him. He had said that he would one day become a successful person too.

He begged her to give him some time and wait for him. He also begged her not to fall in love with someone else.

However, Natalie had acted very coldly toward him back then and refused to even speak with him. She'd even witnessed him getting into a car accident while chasing after her in his car, but she never looked back even once.

The car accident had been a terrible one, and Damian suffered from a ruptured kidney because of it. He had to have a kidney transplant to survive.

He lay on the operating table in the theatre, all covered in blood, but he still insisted on getting up to call Natalie.

However, after forcing himself to get up with all of his might to call her, every call he made was coldly rejected.

From that moment on, all of the love he used to have for her turned into hate. Damian hated Natalie with all of his heart and soul.

He spent four years building his empire and finally stood at the pinnacle of the business world, becoming the richest man in the city at a young age.

And yet, as soon as he achieved his success, the first thing he did was to use his power to force Natalie to marry him before bringing home random women every day for the rest of their married life just so that he could humiliate her.

However, Natalie was the only one who knew that she had broken up with him back then, not because she didn't love him anymore or because she'd turned materialistic and greedy for money. On the contrary, it was completely out of necessity.

Her father, Donald Underwood, was an undercover police officer. He had failed in his mission, and his true identity had been discovered by the drug cartels he was investigating. So, after killing Donald, the drug cartels immediately went after his family to kill them off for revenge.

Upon receiving the news, Natalie fled with her family. She had no choice but to break up with Damian because she didn't want to drag him into any of this.

While fleeing, she learned that Damian had gotten into a serious car crash. She had then risked her life to go to the hospital, donated her kidney to him, and then rushed home immediately without even waiting for him to wake up.

However, Natalie never thought that all four of her grandparents, her mother, and her sister had been killed by the drug cartels when she got back.

Natalie was the only one who narrowly escaped death.

She could feel her eyes turning red as she recalled the gruesome sight of her family's massacre.

When Damian saw her eyes reddening, he spoke coldly to her, though he looked at her rather expectantly.

"What? You're going to try and tell me that you had your reasons back then?"

Natalie snapped back to the present and shook her head resolutely.

"There are no reasons. You're right. I'm just as vain and materialistic as you think I am."

She couldn't tell him the truth about what happened back then, and she certainly couldn't tell him now.

After all, she carried the burden of her family's blood feud, and she knew that it was impossible for her to even dream of a future with him.

She had already been enjoying a life of peace and tranquility for far too long. Now, it was time for her to carry on with Donald's legacy and inherit his police badge number.

As an undercover police officer, she knew that her missions and assignments would be fraught with danger, but she figured that she would soon be able to reunite with her family once more.

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