He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 03
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Enough. Fine. If you need someone to blame for the past, then blame me. Happy now?”
“You won’t have to be disgusted by me ever again. Is that what you wanted?”
“But you… what right did you have to freeze my bank accounts?”
That money was mine. I had earned every cent of it myself.
It was everything I had saved for the life we were supposed to build together. The last piece of hope I had left.
And now…
Graham’s eyes darkened at once.
“I’m talking to you about us, and all you care about is money?”
“So you really still don’t understand what you did wrong.”
I laughed and cried at the same time, hysteria bubbling up in my throat.
“Us? Do we really still have an us?”
“If you cared about me at all, even a little, how could you be this cruel?”
Vivienne leaned back into frame, tracing a finger across Graham’s chest with possessive ease.
“I told you. A selfish woman like her doesn’t think she’s ever wrong.”
“Mira, you don’t get to be this hypocritical.”
“You’ve been with a bunch of other men, but you expected Graham to stay loyal? Do you hear yourself?”
“You survived being under those men just fine before. But now Graham puts you through one little test and suddenly you can’t handle it?”
The room lurched.
Everything faded to black, and that freezing, suffocating terror came roaring back.
Only then did I realize the truth. I had never healed. I had never truly escaped what happened to me.
I felt like I was drowning. Like I was being sucked into quicksand, sliding deeper and deeper into something bottomless.
And the harder I fought, the worse it got.
“Why… why are you doing this to me?”
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong. I shouldn’t have walked home that night. I shouldn’t have worn a dress. I shouldn’t have tried to make those animals pay for what they did…”
“If I’d just given up and died in that alley, my parents never would’ve suffered because of me…”
I clutched my head, my whole body convulsing uncontrollably.
It was like being thrown right back into that night. Back into that pain, that helplessness, that despair.
I could hear the voices again. See the judgment in every face.
It was all my fault.
Everything was my fault.
I shouldn’t have kept living.
A nurse rushed over, panicked, rubbing my back as she tried to steady my breathing. “Ma’am, look at me. Slow down. Deep breaths.”
Then she snapped toward my phone. “What the hell are you people doing? She’s in severe emotional distress. She cannot be pushed like this.”
For the first time, I saw a flicker of alarm cross Graham’s face.
“She… she was fine before, wasn’t she?”
Vivienne rolled her eyes so hard I could hear it in her voice.
“Oh, please. So this is the snowflake’s textbook depression card now?”
“What’s next? A suicide threat? A sob-story manifesto online to play the victim and drag his name through the mud?”
Graham’s face turned cold again.
“This is unbelievable. Go ahead, then. Keep making a scene.”
The call ended.
The man who had once held my hand and led me out of the dark had just shoved me back into it.
“I really was wrong,” I whispered.
The next morning, I woke in a fog to the sound of voices crowding the room.
“Uncle Ray? Linda? You guys…”
When I opened my eyes, I saw a ring of worried faces around my bed.
“Mira, what happened to you?”
“Are you feeling any better? What did the doctor say?”
“And the wedding today… is that still…”
That was when it hit me. They were all family and family friends who had come into town for the wedding.
I bit down hard on my lip and shook my head.
“It’s canceled.”
