He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 01
The night before my wedding, a group of men grabbed me out of nowhere and dragged me into a black van.
The ringleader tore at me like an animal ripping into prey.
I bit into his arm hard enough to draw blood, then threw myself out of the moving van and hit the pavement in a desperate bid to survive.
“Mira, are you out of your mind? Stop the car! Stop the damn car!”
Through the haze, I heard my fiancé, Graham Whitmore, shouting.
I watched him jump out, yank off his ski mask, and rush toward me anguish written across his features as he gathered up my battered body as if I were a piece of fragile, priceless porcelain.
“Mira, why would you do something that stupid? It was just a game.”
My mind went blank.
Vivienne Shaw, his childhood family friend, climbed out of the passenger seat with her phone still recording, her lips curled in a pout.
“Graham, you seriously still don’t get it? If she’d really fought back like this back then, she never would’ve ended up in that situation.”
“Rumors don’t come out of nowhere. Maybe she wanted it. Maybe she only changed her story after the money didn’t come through.”
Graham pressed his lips together. “That’s enough. I believe Mira. At the very least, she passed my test today.”
My world turned to ice.
Using the last scrap of strength I had left, I slapped him across the face.
“The wedding’s off, Graham. We’re done.”
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He touched his cheek, anger flashing in his eyes before it vanished just as fast.
“Mira, I know you’re upset, but don’t say things like that.”
“You don’t need to feel so guilty. I told you, you passed my test today.”
“As for what happened before, I won’t hold it against you anymore.”
A wave of bitterness flooded my chest.
So he had believed it all along. He had already decided I was that kind of woman.
Before I could answer, he sighed and pulled together the ripped fabric hanging off me, trying to cover what little dignity I had left.
“Come on. Don’t do this.”
“Other than me, who else would ever accept your past?”
Pain knifed straight through my chest, so sharp I could barely breathe.
“I never lied to you, Graham. If you couldn’t get past it, you should’ve walked away.”
“Why? You knew that was the worst trauma of my life. So why would you stab right at the wound?”
Vivienne let out a laugh beside us.
“Oh my God, listen to her. What a bunch of crocodile tears.”
“You really should be on TV. What, you actually expect us to believe you were some helpless victim?”
Tears of rage and humiliation spilled down my face.
“Shut up. Who gave you the right to slander me like that?”
Graham frowned, already losing patience.
“Mira, enough. There’s a limit to how far you can push this.”
“Don’t take my love for granted and act like you can get away with anything.”
With Graham backing her up, Vivienne only got bolder.
“Wow. So telling the truth is a crime now?”
“Drop the guilt-trip routine. If you really had the guts to leave Graham, then give back everything you took from him first.”
She reached out and ripped the necklace off my neck.
A sharp sting shot through my skin, and I instinctively clutched my throat.
“Custom Cartier. Think you could afford that without Graham?”
She sneered. “What’s wrong? Can’t let it go? Finally showing your true colors?”
I stared at Graham in silence.
That necklace had been his promise to me.
I could still hear his voice from the day he fastened it around my neck, his breath warm against my ear.
“Falling in love with you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.”
But his silence now was deafening.
Vivienne grew even more vicious, tugging at my clothes right in front of everyone.
“The dress. The heels. Since you’re calling off the wedding, don’t tell me you were planning to keep all of it too.”
