He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 02
The humiliation swallowed me whole.
I wiped at my tears with shaking hands and forced out the words through a trembling voice. “Enough. I’ll do it myself.”
Graham’s brows snapped together, irritation plain on his face.
“I honestly don’t know what your problem is.”
“After what those men did to you, all I did was test you a little, and now you’re acting like some pure, untouched virgin?”
“Mira, you’ve really disappointed me. This time, I’m not indulging you.”
He turned and walked away with a dark look on his face.
He left me there while Vivienne stripped me bare and tossed me onto the roadside like roadkill.
My whole body shook from pain. Curled into myself, I broke down sobbing.
So it had all been a lie.
Back in college, I’d stayed late after a part-time shift and was walking back to campus when a group of drunk men dragged me into an alley.
Afterward, my parents had been devastated and insisted on taking legal action.
But the men who did it had connections, Cornered like desperate beasts, they orchestrated a car crash that claimed my father’s life.
My mother had never woken up after that. She’d been on life support ever since.
When I had been drowning in despair, clinging to a death wish, Graham had stepped into my life like sunlight in the dead of winter.
He’d brought in Whitmore Holdings’ legal team and made sure the men responsible went to prison.
He’d held me together with quiet patience, telling me over and over that it was over now, that none of it had been my fault.
And later, when he confessed how he felt, when he saw the shame and fear I couldn’t hide, he had pulled me into his arms and looked at me with such fierce sincerity that I believed every word.
“I’ve thought this through. If I chose to love you, then I chose all of you.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
I had never once doubted him.
But love could change faster than the weather.
I didn’t know how long I lay there by the road.
A passing driver finally called 911, and I was rushed to the hospital half-conscious and bleeding.
But when it was time to process my payment, the nurse hesitated, her expression turning awkward.
“I’m sorry. Your accounts have been frozen.”
“And one more thing. Your mother’s medical expenses have also been cut off as of today.”
Panic hit me all at once, and I grabbed my phone to call Graham.
It rang a few times, then he declined it without hesitation.
I called again anyway.
A second later, a FaceTime request popped up.
The moment I answered, my mind went entirely blank as a high-pitched ringing filled my ears.
On the other end of the screen, Vivienne was wrapped around Graham in his arms.
“What… what are you doing?”
My voice came out hoarse and broken, already thick with tears.
Vivienne arched a brow and smiled. “Helping Graham blow off steam.”
“You already called off the wedding, didn’t you? So don’t you think calling him over and over is a little inappropriate?”
Graham frowned, took the phone from her, and shoved her aside.
“You’re hurting right now, aren’t you?”
Hurting?
I pressed a hand to my chest, but my heart felt numb by then.
He was right. I had ended it. I had chosen to walk away from a relationship that had already rotted through.
So what right did I have to question him now?
I took a slow breath and tried to steady myself, forcing down the grief and anger clawing their way up my throat.
But the tears kept falling anyway, hot and helpless.
“Graham, I…”
He cut me off with a faint smile.
“So now you finally know how I felt?”
“I slept with one woman, and you’re already falling apart.”
“Did you ever stop to think about what it felt like for me, knowing that you’d been under those men”
